I went to a Historically Black College/University (HBCU) and had the best time of my life. Football season with the marching band, spring time cruising, Homecomings, parties, concerts, bands and singers visiting our school. This one particular event, the group 112 came to visit. If you are unfamiliar with 112, they were a popular guy group. I can’t compare them to any guy group from today because they don’t seem to exist.112 had hit songs such as “I’ll be missing you”, “Peaches and Creme”, and my favorite, “Cupid”.
112 was scheduled to make an appearance at our school’s student union banquet hall, just one of the many events our student government planned for the spring. I was very in love with 122, especially Slim. I had all of their Cd’s and knew that Slim and I would make the perfect couple. I was very involved in school and had the inside scoop of where they would be entering and exiting from. I don’t know what I was thinking that day or if I was thinking at all, but in the moment I thought I had a brilliant master plan.
My plan was to hide behind the curtains in the staging room, the room where they would be entering before they went out on stage. I had to hide behind the curtains in case security made a sweep of the room before they entered. I was so smart I told myself. I knew they were riding in a white minivan, and I had a stakeout point to lookout for them so that I could hurry and go hide to await their arrival. As crazy as this sounds, it gets crazier because I was acting alone. I was serious and involving another person could have possibly compromised my mission, so I went by myself. Please don’t judge. Actually as I’m writing this, I’m thinking….maybe I should keep this to myself. Anyway, I saw the white van pull up and hurried to my post behind the curtains. I can hear girls screaming and yelling as 112 is guided through the chaos by their body guards. They enter the room, and here is my chance. I peek from behind the curtain and see that they are relaxed now since they are in private, or so they think. OK, here goes nothing……”Hey Yall!!” I greeted them in a “tada” kind of weird way and jumped out of the curtain. I could see I startled one of them as Slim backed away. They just looked at me and didn’t respond. The moment of awkwardness seemed to last for about 3 hours and grew longer with the silence. Finally, I scurried past them to find refuge in our student union food court. How embarrassing! As I sit and think of what went wrong I enjoyed a sandwich from Chic-fil-a. In my mind it went totally different than that. I thought Slim would have one look at me and fall in love. He would see my skinny boyish frame, disheveled hair, flip flops with no pedicure and say ” it’s just something about her.” Don’t we all want that, someone to discover that something about us? One thing I took away from that experience is, it never hurts to try, but it can surely be embarrassing.
I was crazily in love with a figment of my imagination, a music icon, or basically, an idol. I know it sounds strong in my situation to say that God tells us not to have any gods before Him. If you think about it, I was idolizing this person, making myself look crazy to meet an idea of a person I had no real knowledge of. God says in Judges10:14
Go and cry out to the gods whom you have chosen; let them save you in the time of your distress.
This is especially funny to me because of the way God says this. He says it like,”go ahead and see how much your idol will help you, receive you, love you”. In my case, my idol didn’t even recognize me, although he’s never seen me before..AHEM, but that’s besides the point!! How many times are we so in love with a person, an idea, material items to the point where we idolize them?