I had a prespeterian (sp) pastor make a whole sermon about how i wasnt wearing "the proper attire" and how his congregation should look into "the far reaches" of there closets and find cloths to give me so i could go properly dressed.....its not like i was hanging out all over the place!!! i wore jeans and t-shirts cuz i didnt have anything else to wear!! mad me so mad.....sighs....
2007-12-13 09:56:01
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answered by Gaia P 1
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I was at a Baccularet(sp) service..It was strictly for those who wanted to attend and usually everyone knows that this is a religious service..with all denominations in the area represented...When the pastor begin to pray Several people from the Jehova Witness faith got up and walked out during the prayer. How rude why did they come in the first place if they didnt believe the ways everyone else did? Just plain Rude
2007-12-13 14:24:57
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answered by sassyalways26 4
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At a Cathedral in the SF Bay in the 70's area a woman once approached the sanctuary, opened her coat and "flashed" the bishop conducting the service. I guess I couldn't call it "worst behavior" (not so deliberate) as she was mentally disturbed. By the way, the ushers handled things calmly for her and the front part of the congregation that had an idea what was happening.
2007-12-13 14:24:11
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answered by MP 2
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The catholic priest slurred his speech all through service, then belched a hearty one during the offertory, passed out during communion.
This all happened during a Christmas Eve service for the entire grade school children and families oodles of years ago (I was in 8th grade and on the alter singing for mass), before all the catholic priest scandals came to surface.
2007-12-13 14:23:47
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answered by ? 6
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Years ago, when I was much younger, I had a girlfriend who was a new girl in town, moved from Norway and settled with her parents in California. I was 20, she was 19 and gorgeous. Her parents were very religious and forced her to go to church whether she wanted it or not. I met her when I was standing in line waiting to take communion. The place was packed! You should have seen it! The music rocked! We were all packed in there like sardines, like marines in a landing boat, like bullets in a magazine. It was hot. No air conditioning. No cooler. The windows were closed because the neighbos had complained about the music, the noise, the screaming they could hear when the "holy rolling" got started and got out of control. So it was uncomfortable in the church on this day I'm remembering.
The girl I'm talking about, who was also my girlfriend, she was wearing a long turtle neck sweater, tight faded blue jeans and a red scarf! Her blond hair was hanging losely and hapharzardly around her shoulders. From where I was standing, I could see little beads of sweat appear on her neck just above the sweater. When she'd wipe her face with her hand and brush her hair from in front of her eyes, I noticed that small drops of sweat appeared on the tips of her long eyelashes, protecting her big, beautiful blue eyes.
I got her attention and we went upstairs to the balcony. The balcony was being painted so nobody could sit up there. But on Sunday it was empty. Nobody worked on Sunday. We crawled over the tape barrier and pushed a few of the chairs and paint cans aside and sat on the floor. We could hear the sweet singing from the little praise band and we could smell the fragrance of the incense from the communion. It made us kind of sleepy feeling. Greta took off her sweater and tossed her hair and flapped her eyelashes at me. She invited me to take off my suitcoat, which i did hastily. We held hands. We kissed. We kissed some more. And then some more. And then we did some other things.....
She met her family outside the church at the end of the service. Her hair was a mess. Her clothes were wrinkled. I was holding her sweater, she was holding my coat. I had lipstick on my face. She smelled like my manly spray-on body wash. My pants were no longer creased. My shirt was outside my pants, and my pants were unbuttoned. She stood in front of me while I zipped up.
2007-12-13 14:42:09
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answered by ? 6
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Once, when we were kids, we discovered that the PA system in our church used the same channel as CB channel 6. We waited out front and when we thought it was a quiet moment, we broadcast some of the sins of the people over the PA. We thought it was pretty funny, but in retrospect, it might not have been.
2007-12-13 14:22:13
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answered by Abolir Las Farc 6
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I had to break up a fight between to Acolytes (altar boys) in the sanctuary once. They were brothers and fought all of the time. But this one was BAD!!
2007-12-13 14:41:42
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answered by Anonymous
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A kid ran through the church followed by three police officers..in the front and out the back exit..
2007-12-13 14:24:42
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answered by PROBLEM 7
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My great aunt fell asleep in the pew and kept leaning over until she was squishing my little brother. When he tried to wake her, she snorted really loud. I honestly almost died trying not to laugh.
2007-12-13 14:20:14
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answered by Blue bird 2
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Someone foaming at the mouth, running around and screaming gibberish! Half the church was doing it. LOL that sucked!
2007-12-13 14:22:02
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answered by runic111 5
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