Nostalgia-Childhood Church Memories
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sidney
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I just heard some of those good testimonials for watch night service. The only thing is these "new school" little old ladies are too sophisticated to sing first.
You HAVE to sing the song first, that's the segway into the testimony lol
LovingLady
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1. Seeing women wear hats in church. I was visiting someone church today and I saw a few of the women wearing hats that matched their outfits. It made me feel so good to know that they still did this, I haven't seen this in years.
2. Dressing up to go to church. I had the biggest, itchiest dress on with equally annoying stockings. I still dress-up but now I am more comfortable.
2. Dressing up to go to church. I had the biggest, itchiest dress on with equally annoying stockings. I still dress-up but now I am more comfortable.
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SUPER SWEET
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The ladies bathroom had a smell of Powder fresh air spray mixed with pee,poop and the latest perfume.
This lady's mustache that wanted to kiss the kids....
Wondering if the preacher wore clothes under his robe....
Smelling the food cookin down in the fellowship hall...
Being mad that my solo song came on when I had cramps...
Going to convention to meet new boys
This lady's mustache that wanted to kiss the kids....
Wondering if the preacher wore clothes under his robe....
Smelling the food cookin down in the fellowship hall...
Being mad that my solo song came on when I had cramps...
Going to convention to meet new boys
Laela
Sidestepping the "lynch mob"
Mango, look what you started...
I got lots of memories.. (Pentecostal COGIC in the Caribbean) I couldn't make this stuff up...
Testimony time
Some intros were funny to me back then: "Giving honor to God who is the head of my life, my pastor, the pastor's wife, the deacons, the deaconesses, all the Saints of God who are here ..."
Some folk's testimonies I knew by heart.. lol
Funny services
Once my pastor sat in his chair and it broke and all we saw were two feet up in the air... he was fuming b/c we couldn't stop laughing
Another time a bird flew into the church and it was very distracting... I remember looking at the bird and where it kept going instead of listening to the pastor preach. Finally one of the musicians started to chase the bird with a rag -- back and forth in front of the pulpit. The pastor couldn't take it any more and told him to PLEASE LEAVE THAT BIRD alone!!
Dressing up in White
First Sunday - White
Communion - White
Missionaries Convention - White
Church Convention - White
Open-air meetings - They were good and I really enjoyed those as a kid, being among the people on the streets
Watch Night Service
Feet washing service...
Offerings
Church building fund
Pastor's love offering
First lady's love offering
Love offering...
I got lots of memories.. (Pentecostal COGIC in the Caribbean) I couldn't make this stuff up...
Testimony time
Some intros were funny to me back then: "Giving honor to God who is the head of my life, my pastor, the pastor's wife, the deacons, the deaconesses, all the Saints of God who are here ..."
Some folk's testimonies I knew by heart.. lol
Funny services
Once my pastor sat in his chair and it broke and all we saw were two feet up in the air... he was fuming b/c we couldn't stop laughing
Another time a bird flew into the church and it was very distracting... I remember looking at the bird and where it kept going instead of listening to the pastor preach. Finally one of the musicians started to chase the bird with a rag -- back and forth in front of the pulpit. The pastor couldn't take it any more and told him to PLEASE LEAVE THAT BIRD alone!!
Dressing up in White
First Sunday - White
Communion - White
Missionaries Convention - White
Church Convention - White
Open-air meetings - They were good and I really enjoyed those as a kid, being among the people on the streets
Watch Night Service
Feet washing service...
Offerings
Church building fund
Pastor's love offering
First lady's love offering
Love offering...
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luthiengirlie
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Honestly I. Felt I never truly belonged IN A CHURCH. I would always be the only Deaf or Black person there. People would be really superficial when it came to being a friend of mine... Its funny. Gays and Lesbians and outcast accepted me as a Deaf Christian better than a lot of Christians did.
luthiengirlie
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I've always felt I've never belonged.... Never understanding anything since there are no interpreters at church.. Superficial friends
I'm really sorry that you experienced that. At many churches in my city, I remember them having black interpreters. In fact, I remember learning to sign the alphabet in school and learning a few whole songs in sign language. I didn't use it after middle school, so I've forgotten a lot. At the same time, I really wish I knew you back then. I would have had you in church actually enjoying yourself. Have you found a church home now that fits your needs?
(Dog, I really allowing my Bible Belt background to come through with that question
)
Guitarhero
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Not childhood...but very much adulthood. I took the host and it flew up into the air and landed on the floor. Fr. looked at it, I looked at it, I looked behind me, they were looking at it, then I picked it up and consumed it off of the floor.
At Byzantine Mass, they use little cubes of bread in the chalice mixed with wine and have a golden "spoon" to administer to communicants. Glad I was the last one receiving...but instead of waiting for Fr. to shake it off the spoon into my open mouth, I chomped down on the spoon. Natural reaction. I was so embarassed. At least, I didn't take it, lick it and rub my stomach as some kind of freak.
At Byzantine Mass, they use little cubes of bread in the chalice mixed with wine and have a golden "spoon" to administer to communicants. Glad I was the last one receiving...but instead of waiting for Fr. to shake it off the spoon into my open mouth, I chomped down on the spoon. Natural reaction. I was so embarassed. At least, I didn't take it, lick it and rub my stomach as some kind of freak.
Guitarhero
New Member
Look at the comical side, at least they weren't at a loss of "signage" trying to to the ASL in "Ebonics." Thank G-d!!!OOOOOo!!! Another one! I remember this church having a fight over who the next pastor would be and the asst. pastors who weren't ordained were causing trouble cuz they wanted it so badly. As the asst. pastor started his spiel as to why he should be chosen rather than give a true sermon, this lady with the mustache says out loud, "ah, shut up and sit down!"
People started laughing out loud.
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luthiengirlie
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I'm really sorry that you experienced that. At many churches in my city, I remember them having black interpreters. In fact, I remember learning to sign the alphabet in school and learning a few whole songs in sign language. I didn't use it after middle school, so I've forgotten a lot. At the same time, I really wish I knew you back then. I would have had you in church actually enjoying yourself. Have you found a church home now that fits your needs?
(Dog, I really allowing my Bible Belt background to come through with that question
I do now but there is still that hint of superficiality because a lot of people don't think deaf people are that smart
luthiengirlie
Well-Known Member
OOOOOo!!! Another one! I remember this church having a fight over who the next pastor would be and the asst. pastors who weren't ordained were causing trouble cuz they wanted it so badly. As the asst. pastor started his spiel as to why he should be chosen rather than give a true sermon, this lady with the mustache says out loud, "ah, shut up and sit down!"
Laela
Sidestepping the "lynch mob"
I believe I understand what you mean.. "I'm deaf, not stupid"....comes to mind. I worked professionally with a deaf editor at the newspaper, and remember how inept I acted when I was around him (initially) thinking he wouldn't understand what I was saying, not necessarily that I was smarter than him... Well, he set me straight right quick and my efforts to treat him different from the other editors stopped. I mean he only had a Master's degree and 20 years worth of ink under his nails... So you can imagine how silly I felt.
I just believe some people don't know how to interact with a deaf person, if they never have before. It's a learning opportunity for both involved, is how I see it now...so some people may also be misunderstood.
But I'm sorry to hear you went through all that in church.
So you can imagine how silly I felt. I just believe some people don't know how to interact with a deaf person, if they never have before. It's a learning opportunity for both involved, is how I see it now...so some people may also be misunderstood.
But I'm sorry to hear you went through all that in church.
InVue
Simple Life Lover
Mango, look what you started...
I got lots of memories.. (Pentecostal COGIC in the Caribbean) I couldn't make this stuff up...
I too attended a Pentecostal Church and remember the testimonies especially of the elder saints. They would begin their testimony with a song: “It’s like fire burning in my bones” After the song they would begin their testimony:
“Giving honor to God, Pastor…and all the saints of God; I thank the Lord for being saved, sanctified and filled up full of the Holy Ghost and that with a burning fire…”
Some of the mothers would say that with such zeal and power that I would feel chills. The old saints could tell some very interesting testimonies. Saturday night services were the best, saints would shout, speak in tongues, and praise God so that it would be like a fog in the church. The walls would sweat from all the activity.
Sometimes my sister friend and I drive by the old church and reminisce about the good services we had growing up in that church. There were some scary moments too that I won’t go into though.
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Poohbear
Fearfully Wonderfully Made
Wow! There are no sign language interpreters at your church? My boyfriend's father is deaf and he is a deacon at his church and there's an interpreter at his church. Even though there is an interpreter, he feels the same way as you... superficial fake people at church. If your church cared more about you, they should look into getting an interpreter for you. Have you ever tried communicating this with any of the church leaders?
bellatiamarie
Well-Known Member
lol... see, we couldn't chew gum because the ushers would come to us with a napkin in their hand with their hand out and make us spit it out... i also remember as a little girl trying my HARDEST to hold back laughter when someone caught the holy ghost... yes, i laughed THEN... but NOW i cry because i'm feeling the spirit! God has a way of bringing you full circle, thank the Lord!
Ladybelle
New Member
Everytime I see a pack of Wrigley's, I remember how Grandma kept it in her purse for us. The ushers at your church didn't play did they?
Did all the kids sit in the back too? (that's what they did at our church). I sat up front w/grandma though, I actually liked church. God does have a way of bringing us full circle, Amen to that!
firecracker
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#1 Madear singing the loudest and worst voice in the church.
#2 Sitting next to Madear and getting slapped silly when she got the holy ghost.
(refused to sit next to her again & told her so at 8yrs old)
#3 During my Easter speech falling on the floor laughing because my cousins were acting silly on the first row. Madea whooped my butt right in front of ery'body. (only time she struck me in my entire life)
#4 Making a song up about my sister cuz she was a good lil Christian and we were heathen lil Christians. Here is the song "Churchy daunt daunt, it sticks to your heart, it sticks to yooooo heart and nevvvvvvvaaaaaa leaveeeees" Until she passed last year each birthday I'd call singing that song and happy birthday
#5 My boy cousins and older brothers shooting dice in the back of the missionary hall. I would make them give me money not to snitch. (I'm still the 1 chick in a group of all my boy cousins and their friends most every Sunday.) They are still gambling but on Sports, Cards & Vegas. The Boys In The Wood is what I call them.
We lived at the church because my Madear/grandmom was the Superintendent for over 60 years and still live right next door.
#2 Sitting next to Madear and getting slapped silly when she got the holy ghost.
(refused to sit next to her again & told her so at 8yrs old)#3 During my Easter speech falling on the floor laughing because my cousins were acting silly on the first row. Madea whooped my butt right in front of ery'body. (only time she struck me in my entire life)
#4 Making a song up about my sister cuz she was a good lil Christian and we were heathen lil Christians. Here is the song "Churchy daunt daunt, it sticks to your heart, it sticks to yooooo heart and nevvvvvvvaaaaaa leaveeeees" Until she passed last year each birthday I'd call singing that song and happy birthday
#5 My boy cousins and older brothers shooting dice in the back of the missionary hall. I would make them give me money not to snitch. (I'm still the 1 chick in a group of all my boy cousins and their friends most every Sunday.) They are still gambling but on Sports, Cards & Vegas.
The Boys In The Wood is what I call them. We lived at the church because my Madear/grandmom was the Superintendent for over 60 years and still live right next door.
LovingLady
Well-Known Member
OOOOOo!!! Another one! I remember this church having a fight over who the next pastor would be and the asst. pastors who weren't ordained were causing trouble cuz they wanted it so badly. As the asst. pastor started his spiel as to why he should be chosen rather than give a true sermon, this lady with the mustache says out loud, "ah, shut up and sit down!"
Off Topic: Why does everyone want to be the pastor, I don't understand.
#2 Sitting next to Madear and getting slapped silly when she got the holy ghost.
This is very true, when someone catches the holy ghost right next to you, you have to duck and cover.
luthiengirlie
Well-Known Member
The Church I am now have ministries. And I love it. (And some do this to show off err) but I am grateful.. Often times what happens is that church people don't wanna pay for interpreters and interpreters don't wanna give up their Sundays.. Did you know that only 2% of the world's Deaf population are saved? And its hard when the hearing community reaches out to Deaf for superficial reasons and Deaf folks can often see it coming a mile away so Deaf ministers are not taken seriously.. I threw the thread off track.. My apologies to all
Laela
Sidestepping the "lynch mob"
Ahhh yes, there were some scary services/events. I wouldn't get into mine either..
I too attended a Pentecostal Church and remember the testimonies especially of the elder saints. They would begin their testimony with a song: “It’s like fire burning in my bones” After the song they would begin their testimony:
“Giving honor to God, Pastor…and all the saints of God; I thank the Lord for being saved, sanctified and filled up full of the Holy Ghost and that with a burning fire…”
Some of the mothers would say that with such zeal and power that I would feel chills. The old saints could tell some very interesting testimonies. Saturday night services were the best, saints would shout, speak in tongues, and praise God so that it would be like a fog in the church. The walls would sweat from all the activity.
Sometimes my sister friend and I drive by the old church and reminisce about the good services we had growing up in that church. There were some scary moments too that I won’t go into though.
Laela
Sidestepping the "lynch mob"
sidney
New Member
Mango, look what you started...
I got lots of memories.. (Pentecostal COGIC in the Caribbean) I couldn't make this stuff up...
Testimony time
Some intros were funny to me back then: "Giving honor to God who is the head of my life, my pastor, the pastor's wife, the deacons, the deaconesses, all the Saints of God who are here ..."
Some folk's testimonies I knew by heart.. lol
Funny services
Once my pastor sat in his chair and it broke and all we saw were two feet up in the air... he was fuming b/c we couldn't stop laughing
Another time a bird flew into the church and it was very distracting... I remember looking at the bird and where it kept going instead of listening to the pastor preach. Finally one of the musicians started to chase the bird with a rag -- back and forth in front of the pulpit. The pastor couldn't take it any more and told him to PLEASE LEAVE THAT BIRD alone!!
Dressing up in White
First Sunday - White
Communion - White
Missionaries Convention - White
Church Convention - White
Open-air meetings - They were good and I really enjoyed those as a kid, being among the people on the streets
Watch Night Service
Feet washing service...
Offerings
Church building fund
Pastor's love offering
First lady's love offering
Love offering...
I laughed so hard in this post, just the thought of him running around with a rag of all things lol.....
I remember lunches between church services and the old mothers of the church humming a song until the congregation broke out in song.
I remember getting a spanking in the church basement because my sisters and I laughed when the wig fell off the lady's head while she was shouting.
I remember getting a spanking in the church basement because my sisters and I laughed when the wig fell off the lady's head while she was shouting.
Minx
Well-Known Member
Oh gosh, the memories!
Ummmm, lets see:
Signing in the choir was fun.
I remember being so proud to wear my choir robe.
I remember being in the Christmas plays.
I remember getting baptized and being so proud to take communion.
I loved homecoming and all the good food....my grandmother was usually one of the cooks and she's make sure I got what I wanted.
Funny story:
As a child, I remember being afraid to go to the bathroom.
We went to my grandmothers church( we are in the south and this is an old timey church, think Color Purple, Shug Avery's daddy type of church.)
So anyway, the bathrooms are down in the basement.
And you have to go down some long rickety stairs to get there, and just as you turn the corner at the bottom of the stairs...BAM!...a huge painting of Jesus Christ on the wall!!!
I was a child, and thought Jesus was God Himself, and that he was actually watching me.
It was so quiet in that basement, one time I actually thought I heard God speak!
I was sooooo scared. I would never go to the bathroom alone.
We'd be in church, and I'd have to pee( I was about 6 or 7) but I would hold it till I was about to burst unless someone would go with me.
My grandmother would nudge me talking bout, "Go on to the bathroom, chile, whats the matter wit you?"
And she would just look at me and shake her head.
I was like, "Uh uh, grandma, I'm scared...."
I wanted to say, "Don't you know God lives down there?!"
Shoot, I didn't wanna run into God down in the basement!
I just knew it would be judgment day for me right then and there.....
My family members still attend that church....and I still ain't going down there alone.
Minx
Ummmm, lets see:
Signing in the choir was fun.
I remember being so proud to wear my choir robe.
I remember being in the Christmas plays.
I remember getting baptized and being so proud to take communion.
I loved homecoming and all the good food....my grandmother was usually one of the cooks and she's make sure I got what I wanted.
Funny story:
As a child, I remember being afraid to go to the bathroom.
We went to my grandmothers church( we are in the south and this is an old timey church, think Color Purple, Shug Avery's daddy type of church.)
So anyway, the bathrooms are down in the basement.
And you have to go down some long rickety stairs to get there, and just as you turn the corner at the bottom of the stairs...BAM!...a huge painting of Jesus Christ on the wall!!!
I was a child, and thought Jesus was God Himself, and that he was actually watching me.
It was so quiet in that basement, one time I actually thought I heard God speak!
I was sooooo scared. I would never go to the bathroom alone.
We'd be in church, and I'd have to pee( I was about 6 or 7) but I would hold it till I was about to burst unless someone would go with me.
My grandmother would nudge me talking bout, "Go on to the bathroom, chile, whats the matter wit you?"
And she would just look at me and shake her head.
I was like, "Uh uh, grandma, I'm scared...."
I wanted to say, "Don't you know God lives down there?!"
Shoot, I didn't wanna run into God down in the basement!
I just knew it would be judgment day for me right then and there.....
My family members still attend that church....and I still ain't going down there alone.
Minx
LovingLady
Well-Known Member
I was the opposite.. I used to dread 'catching' it....
So was I.
Funny story:
As a child, I remember being afraid to go to the bathroom.
We went to my grandmothers church( we are in the south and this is an old timey church, think Color Purple, Shug Avery's daddy type of church.)
So anyway, the bathrooms are down in the basement.
And you have to go down some long rickety stairs to get there, and just as you turn the corner at the bottom of the stairs...BAM!...a huge painting of Jesus Christ on the wall!!!
I was a child, and thought Jesus was God Himself, and that he was actually watching me.
It was so quiet in that basement, one time I actually thought I heard God speak!
I was sooooo scared. I would never go to the bathroom alone.
We'd be in church, and I'd have to pee( I was about 6 or 7) but I would hold it till I was about to burst unless someone would go with me.
My grandmother would nudge me talking bout, "Go on to the bathroom, chile, whats the matter wit you?"
And she would just look at me and shake her head.
I was like, "Uh uh, grandma, I'm scared...."
I wanted to say, "Don't you know God lives down there?!"
Shoot, I didn't wanna run into God down in the basement!
I just knew it would be judgment day for me right then and there.....
My family members still attend that church....and I still ain't going down there alone.
Minx
:rofl3:
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