Nostalgia-Childhood Church Memories

Singing in the choir with all your cousins and friends.:grin:

Your mama giving you the eye from the audience, cause your acting up in the choir loft with your cousins and friends...LOL
 
*Being afraid to catch the ' Holy Ghost'

*Praise and worship songs that had 20 verses AND the chorus being sung between each one

*You was the stuff when you brought your new tambourine on Sunday

*Grandma giving me peppermints during service

*pantyhose and slips under all my dresses and skirts

*Granny gossiping with her church friends after service

*Pastor got treated like royalty

*Sooo much more memories but i'll stop here
 
I learned to curtsey in church. After giving our Easter and Christmas recitations girls were expected to curtsey. One leg behind the other (ballet 4th position) and bend the knees deeply so that the crystal pleats of your dress or skirt completely cover the floor.

I learned to sit just so: knees together, feet together (crossed at the ankles was acceptable, but NEVER crossed at the knee). Hands in lap - left hand palm up, right hand on top of it with the palm up.
 
I remember being jealous in church. :blush: My twin used to get prophesied over all the time, they felt the anointing on him/he was going to be a great pastor one day :blah: I felt so left out. haha

I really loved church growing up though.
 
I remember being told to go outside because I couldn't stop laughing when the senior choir was singing. They were HORRIBLE! :lachen:
 
Lord forgive me... I had those "choir moments" too, laughing at the older folks.. so I can relate. I got my turn when I sang lead. I was horrible and knew it...I never got a lead ..ever.. again. I was parked in alto station, for harmonizing purposes only.
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I remember being told to go outside because I couldn't stop laughing when the senior choir was singing. They were HORRIBLE! :lachen:
 
:lachen::lachen: :cry: :rofl: !!!


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.:lachen:

Minx
 
Lord forgive me... I had those "choir moments" too, laughing at the older folks.. so I can relate. I got my turn when I sang lead. I was horrible and knew it...I never got a lead ..ever.. again. I was parked in alto station, for harmonizing purposes only.
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you laughing kinda hard there, Mrs. Lachen.....:lachen::lachen:

:kiss:

Blessings~

 
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