So I'm standing up in front of the church, offering the Cup of Salvation (or Holy Communion for the non-Church goers), and all of a sudden an elderly man decides to stand right beside me and let it rip. Not once, but twice. Loudly. Without a shred of shame or remorse.
I'm standing there, trying very hard not to burst out laughing (because that would be inappropriate, right?), and keep it together for the next six people. Then I look over to the pastor, and she is cracking up.
I can't do it anymore. I burst out laughing, shakily proclaiming "The Cup of Salvation . . . The Cup of Salvation . . ." while desperately trying to rein in my giggles.
Oh, dear. I sure hope they don't think it was me.
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