CasterTroy
Faster'N You
- Joined
- Mar 21, 2005
- Location
- Wallburg
The Bible says make a joyful noise, didnt say it had to be a purty noise.
My daughter was born on 9/11/01. We waited a few weeks to take her to church for her debut. Small, OLD sleepy southern baptist church just up from the house that we had been attending for a few years. The new(ish) Pastor was just a couple of years older than me. And by this time, his wife and my wife had become best friends...so we spent a LOT of time around them.
Most of my family had started going to this church as well, so we had a lot of people wanting to see us and my daughter there for the first time. I sat at the end of the pew on the aisle side, my wife next to me. There was the welcoming, and the hand shaking etc. Then the music stopped, and we knew to take our seat. The pastor sat us down, I took my daughter in my arms and laid her on my lap in the cove my knee made as my left ankle was resting on my right knee. The paster bowed his head, and said "let us pray". Dead silence. Before he uttered the first word my daughter let rip the WETTEST shart in history that echoed thruout the small church and FILLED her diaper . The pastor giggled and said "make a joyful noise" and everyone started cracking up. My wife turned 3 shades of pink from shear terror and embarrassment. I just sat there . THAT....was not a "purty" noise but one I will NEVER forget.