Some of you are old enough to remember the time I mean. (Some of you may be old enough that you just found out being a nerd is now cool. It's OK. Don't worry. But unfortunately it doesn't apply to us, only to cool, young nerds. It's hard to explain.)
ANYWAY. Back to the time when nerds were lame. My pastor at the time, who was also our youth pastor, told all of us high-schoolers that we were going to have a special event called "Nerd Night". Our instructions were to dress for the occasion, to look as nerdy as possible. The picture above is a bit the worse for wear, but you can see some of us ready to go. As you can tell, my friend and I decided to go retro instead of hard-core nerd, and are wearing some old dresses of my mom's that we scrounged up, with some fairly tacky costume jewelry. Not strictly dorky, but definitely not on fleek. And yes, the biggest nerd there in the middle is Brad, our pastor. I'm guessing there was not a pen left in the church.
Brad came to pick us all up in the church van for Nerd Night. Needless to say, we had never participated in a Nerd Night before, and we didn't know what it might consist of, so we were surprised--and not in a good way--when Brad drove to a local hangout, parked the van, and informed us that we were all going inside, and were going to stay, hang out, and order pizza. Then he got out and went inside.
Easy for him to say, right? At least that's what I was thinking, I don't know about you. He may have had a little bit less to lose by appearing in his nerd getup in front of whichever of our friends and classmates might be inside. It's just possible that it may have taken a few people what seemed like a long time to get out of the van and get inside. In fact, if I were to speculate, I would say that one or two people may have had to make a couple of tries--going all the way to the door only to return to the van and gather courage for a second attempt. It's so difficult, isn't it, especially for teenagers, exposing yourself as vulnerable in front of your peers? Eventually, though, we all made it in.
Once inside, a funny thing happened. At first it was just as you would expect. Mortifying. We shrunk down in our chairs. Glanced surreptitiously around to see if anyone was noticing us. Looked reproachfully at Brad, who was ensuring that we couldn't escape notice, as he employed full Nerd Mode, sitting up as straight as possible with his six-foot-plus frame in the chair and saying loudly to our server, "WE WANT EXTRA DOUGH. CAN WE GET EXTRA DOUGH ON THIS PIZZA?" But you know what? Amazingly, the world didn't come to an end. Maybe some people looked. Maybe they even stared or laughed. But it turns out it wasn't really that big of a deal. In fact, after a bit, it actually started to be....well...fun. Our nerdiness stopped bothering us. We began to embrace it. In fact, in a weird way, we felt kind of proud of it. When we finished eating pizza, we asked Brad if we could go downtown and walk around, and he was only too happy to oblige. We wanted to prolong our Nerd Life--we wanted to see more people and have them see us; we wanted to flaunt the weirdness of our nerdity in the most public space possible. We weren't ready to go home and go back to being normal, non-nerdy teenagers again. (Well, not intentionally nerdy, anyway.)
What we learned was that there was something freeing in it, in this total disregard of the standards we would normally work so hard to observe. The rules of the teenage world often center around striving for mastery of whatever will make us liked, accepted, envied, and looked up to by our peers--and avoiding whatever it is that will cause us to be judged, looked down on, rejected.
The adult world is not so different.
After Nerd Night was over, Brad took us all home, but first, he stopped in the van to talk to us about how the Bible says that we are aliens and strangers on the Earth, how our citizenship is in Heaven. We should not be afraid to be different, he said, because we belong to a different country.
How different it would be, wouldn't it, if we learned to embrace the things that we fear will bring us rejection, judgement, and shame? Our world honors the smart, the strong, the cutting edge, the pulled-together, the always-rising. But what freedom, what joy there could be, I suspect, in no longer being afraid for others to see our weirdness, our brokenness, our imperfections. If only we could know, with the certainty that would set us free, that we belong to a different king, a different country, and in the economy of that kingdom we are valued, treasured, beloved, none the less and all the more for the things we believe we have to bury away. Maybe it would be best if every night was Nerd Night. Maybe if we tried it, we would find that the judgements of others we fear are just that--our own fears, and nothing more. Maybe it's time to try it and see.
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