Monday, December 01, 2003
ok ok, I'm updating...
although I don't have Jack to report. Oh wait, yes I do. I went to the SCARIEST church known to man yesterday. It was a real genuine freakfest of the highest order ( my apologies if you are one of these so called 'freaks'). Churches like these are the reason I have such an aversion to organized religion. I went with my cousins yesterday to visit this church. They are members of the first Baptist Church here in Dayton (which I love). However, they had finally accepted a coworkers invitation to visit this church. I was game because a close friends parents attend the Liberty branch of this church so I thought surely it can't be too bad. Before we could get out of the car safely we were bombared by about 15 people trying to introduce themselves and recruit us for their cult, I mean church. Well after numerous debates in sunday school over miscellaneous topics such as lying drinking, smoking and other such 'sinful' activities we were oh so ready to get the hell outta Dodge. After 45 minutes, yes you read that right, of nonstop singing in the praise and worship service none of us could even make eye contact without bursting into fits of laughter. The children of the congregation all go to the front of teh church and wave around these flags while the rest of us sing. There was one little guy in particular that was a real treat to watch. I being a former member of the the Dayton Flag Corps. was very close to recruiting him. The talent was astounding. I couldn't peel my eyes off of him long enough to watch the screen and read the lyrics to the oh so melodious music. However, it was no big deal since the 40 or so randompeople on the stage with microphones had it covered. Anyway, I happened to unfortunately look over at my cousin Monty during Yo's fantastic production. I then had to spend about 10 minutes staring at the floor with my face covered trying to contain my laughter and wipe away the tears running out of my eyes. From then on we all decided it would be best not to look at each other till the services were over. When the preacher FINALLY got ready to deliver the message, I was already in deep prayer with God pleading for him to deliver me safely from this place. I'm just saying it's not right for me, it may find your lost remote, but it ain't never gonna find mine. I missed most of the preacher's message because some old Coot in the back kept 'hollerin' "Come on now Come on!!!" "Preach it brotha now!" Needless to say there were endless elbowings and snickers coming from our little group. Not that I jest at these people's sincerity. It has more to do with that state of mind where you are so shocked that you can't do anything but just laugh because that's the only reaction you can possibly have. You know you really shouldn't have to ask a visitor after the services if he or she 'is okay' because they look kinda suprised. So I'll give everyone a very important word of advice... I am VERY spiritual, I pray ALL the time, and I TOTALLY appreciate your prayers when they are offered, I am ALWAYS open to philisophical debate because I find it to be a learning experience, but NEVER NEVER confuse a friendly philisophical debate with a personal mission to save my soul.
♥Oh, so vintage... 2:21 PM
