A couple of years ago I was invited to speak at a church event in McComb, Miss. There are no major airports in McComb and the nearest city Southwest Airlines could get me to was New Orleans. And so I left my house early that morning to make my way to Dallas Love Field. I didn't take time to eat breakfast at home, so before I left Glen Rose I stopped at the donut shop to get a breakfast croissant and a cup of coffee. I enjoyed them as I headed north.

I guess we were somewhere near the halfway point in our flight to New Orleans when I felt a need to stretch. There's not a lot of room to do much stretchin' in a Southwest seat, especially when you're a big guy with a window on one side and a fellow passenger on the other. I slowly and cautiously reached my arms straight up over my head.

Then I felt a yawn coming on, so I brought my left hand down to cover my mouth. As my hand brushed over my mustache, I felt something that didn't feel like mustache. I quickly turned my head toward the window, felt to locate the object and pulled down. Somehow,and obviously unknown to me, when I was eating that croissant on my way to the airport, a ball of cheese — not insignificant in size — had become affixed to my mustache.

I immediately began to recount the number of people I had had close interaction with since eating my breakfast. There was the lady who checked my baggage. She didn't tell me. There was the lady who scrutinized my drivers license and boarding pass, making sure I was the guy on the license. She could have said, "Oh…you didn't have the cheese in this picture." But she said nothing.

There were those crew members who greeted us as we boarded the plane, the attendant who brought my coffee and the aforementioned fellow passenger, whom I had been visiting with and was sitting on the cheesy-side of my mustache.

I'm quite sure by the size of that cheese ball that most, if not all, of them noticed it. And since it didn't really go with what I was wearing, they probably knew I hadn't hung it there on purpose. Yet nobody told me.

I've had people explain to me that the reason people often don't tell us things like that is because they don't want us to be embarrassed. Oh yeah, don't embarrass me by telling me. Let me go ahead and see another thousand or so people with a gooey cheese puff hanging from my facial hair.

Surely I'll find it that night when I'm brushing my teeth before I go to bed. And surely I'd feel no embarrassment at that point.

Life's an adventure. I'm livin' it up!

Randy McLelland, a.k.a. Randy Mac, is senior pastor of Cornerstone Christian Fellowship Church on FM 202. He plays the role of "Grandpa" in The Promise and, through his “Livin' It Up” ministries, is a motivational speaker and Christian entertainer.