Today at Faith Lutheran the Word was Luke’s description of Jesus’ temptation in the wilderness. Luke explains Jesus was led to the wilderness by the Holy Spirit. I’m a huge fan of the Holy Spirit and carry a symbol of it with me. As my mind drifted during the sermon (sorry Pastor Peg, it happens to all of us at some point) I was reminded that I’m often asked about my ear ‘jewelry’ – when did I have my ear pierced, was it the result of some debauchery, what is the significance of my favored adornment? It seems fitting to answer the questions and put speculation to rest today.
I still find the story personally uplifting as it was the result of a fatherly act rather than a bet or a drunken impulse.
It was Thanksgiving week in 2003. I was working in my office in Fremont when the phone rang and my, then 10 year old, daughter Sarah was calling. We had promised Sarah she could have her ears pierced if she did well in school and met certain benchmarks by the Thanksgiving break. Sarah had achieved all that was necessary and was in the mall with her Mom and her sister Jennifer. Despite the other two girls signing up for additional ear piercings, Sarah was anxious and having second thoughts. She asked if I could be there.
I headed out to the mall and joined them. Jennifer and Laura had their ears pierced while Sarah held my hand and watched attentively. Now it was Sarah’s turn. She still couldn’t bring herself to succumb much as she wanted her ears pierced. I sat her on my lap and we tried again – nothing doing. In the end I asked, “What if I have my ear pierced while you are sitting on my lap so you can see it doesn’t hurt?” To my astonishment she agreed. Now I was hoping it really wouldn’t hurt, as much for her sake as mine! The (very patient) piercing lady shot my ear and then both of Sarah’s in quick succession. Of course that was after the interminable, and totally irrelevant, discussion about which was the “gay” ear to make sure my one earring would be on the appropriate side. Interestingly I never considered letting the hole heal over and have worn an adornment ever since.
The stud I usually wear is a dove representing the Holy Spirit. It is normally pointing down to symbolize the Holy Spirit coming down to us as it did to Jesus at his baptism. Occasionally I find it rotated which seems to imply the Holy Spirit is whispering in my ear. Hopefully I’m listening!
From time to time I replace my dove with something fun or festive – perhaps a cross, a Halloween decoration, or a Christmas ornament – but I soon grow uncomfortable missing the Holy Spirit in my ear and so return to my dove.