Uzi does it

I enjoy perusing through consignment shops. You make think they are for old ladies, but I happen to think they are for anyone who wants to save a few bucks on clothes.

One time in Kentucky, I was looking through shirts in a consignment shop hoping to find a winner. After fingering through a few racks, a green t-shirt stuck out to me. I pulled back the t-shirts ahead of it, and there was a giant picture of an Uzi on the front. Now if you know me and my political views, you know my love of guns. I am a gun nut (or so I like to think). So you can imagine my reaction to the large caption underneath the picture. Three words:

"Uzi does it."

Perfect. This was the greatest thing I had ever seen. It spoke to me on so many levels. Needless to say, I bought it right away.

When I got back to my grandparents' house, my mom pointed out the fact that it was a size small. I did not even think to look at the size. The shirt was too cool for me to care. Well I tried it on. And let me tell you, I had tried on some small shirts in my day, but this one was tighter than Heidi Montag's face after a dip in the Arctic. I never put it on again.

Why did I buy that shirt? It told me exactly what I wanted to hear. It showed me exactly what I wanted to see. But even though it had a stirring message, it did not fit right.

I feel that too many Christians do the same thing with popular false prophets who call themselves teachers and preachers. If the preacher teaches a lesson that really speaks to us because of our own insecurities, we tend to buy it before checking the size. The next time you hear a compelling philosophy that seems to directly apply to your life, check the size to make sure it fits the gospel before you put it on only to be uncovered, embarrassed.