Back in the dark ages when I was a kid we used to go to a small church on the south side of Fort Worth.This was an old style southern baptist church. Fire and brimstone.
The preacher was short,fat and scary as hell to a young fat boy.
One Sunday,after Sunday school, he was preaching and telling everyone that we were going to hell if we don't change our ways.
I was sitting in the third row, with a young lady(about 6 yrs old). As all kids do we were playing,talking and not paying attention to the preacher.He stopped his sermon and looked straight at me. Then he said "as soon as Mr. Lowe gets through playing grab ass we will continue".
I damn near died, he scared me , but not near as much as my mom who as in the back pew.I did live, but have been scared for life.
Till next time---Poohpa
Six years old, huh? I always wondered how old you were when you first noticed girls. Was the preacher right? Just kidding.
ReplyDeleteGood Gravy...you must have felt like melting into a puddle. Not only did he 'call you out,' but the lingo...YIKES! Did you even know what he was referring to at 6 yrs. old? Scarred for life...nice work Mr. Preacher Man. And your poor Mom...
ReplyDeleteThis was a very cute story Poohpa. Glad I came by to check your place out....I'll be back. ~Joy