In ninth grade I was finally no longer just a first-year grunt in the marching band. And I guess I was no longer invisible to those in the band who were older than me. On one trip home from an away game a boy who was a year older than me came to sit by me on the bus. He asked a few polite mundane questions and then he very startlingly came out with this, "Would it be futile to pursue a relationship with you?" Poor thing, I am sure he was scared out of his wits, and as soon as I recovered mine, I had some explaining to do.
I carefully and gently explained that I had just begun to realize how important a real relationship with Jesus was (see last week's post) and I just couldn't handle both boys and Jesus at that point. His face fell and he quickly found an excuse to go back to his original seat.
I felt awful to disappoint him and awful that because it was "futile to pursue a relationship" with me, it was also futile for him to even talk to me. Ugh.
Several things make this a very funny memory for me now. The best one is that, one year later, as I received a 10th grade vocabulary list, lo and behold, there were the words "futile" and "pursue"! The boy had, bless his heart, used his vocabulary words in his proposal to me.
The second is that when I shared this story with my hubby, he informed me that it was quite the joke at his high school to hear girls say that "they were dating Jesus." Most boys just took this as, "I don't like you; go away!" I protested that this wasn't at all what I said, and that my intent was a genuine one--I truly wanted to figure out what being a Christian meant before I figured out relationships with guys. He said, "Oh, sure, I bet you wouldn't have dated that guy anyway." He was right.
Another important outcome of that conversation on the band bus was a blessing in disguise. Over the next two years I had no invitations for dates, absolutely no more "proposals." At the time I either chalked it up to my awkwardness and my disdain for the current styles or didn't think about it at all. In eleventh grade, when a boy finally began to befriend me, he told me that the boy from the bus had let all the other boys know that what I had said, only he had added his own embellishments. He said that I wouldn't date because I was a Christian. So no other boys were brave enough to face that with me, I guess. Ha! Not dating in those younger high school years was a very good thing for me.
This post is in conjunction with a history-recording summer-long party over at Mommy's Piggy Tales. We're writing about one memory from a particular year of our lives each Thursday until September 16. Here is my walk down memory lane so far:
First Grade Poem
Second Grade: Wendy and Me
Third Grade: I'll Never Cheat Again
Fourth Grade: SURE Thing
Fifth Grade: The Pageants
Sixth Grade: Dynamite Lines
Seventh Grade: The Year That...
Eighth Grade: Relationship with Jesus
Memory lane is definitely a place I love that brings me great joy!