Our new preacher likes to shake us up a little so he had us stand up during his sermon and move to sit next to someone we wouldn't normally sit by. No spouses together either. Surprisingly uncomfortable, but we all participated to the best of our ability. No problem was detected until the children returned from children's church. I wasn't paying attention until the lady sitting next to me started giggling. I looked around and noticed all these puzzled three to six-year-olds. "I see grandma, but what happened to my mommy?" Oops. Only one child was traumatized but we passed the basket for her future therapy.
You just don't get to have that much fun in church very often although if you're a lifer like me, you can probably dredge up a story or two. I loved it back in 1970 when a long-haired hippie walked down the center aisle of our church during the sermon and just took his seat on the steps leading to the podium. I can remember our white shoes, white belt, Brylcreamed haired preacher, somewhat at a loss. They had a civil interchange and I don't recall any of the details, didn't matter, that was the coolest church service of my life to that point.
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