So anyway, the bathrooms are down in the basement.
A
nd 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