I don't know what it is about me, but I find the weirdest things funny.
My family and I were in church one day, and as it's quiet reflective time for communion, I was trying to be patient and polite. I'm also in my 20's, so this should be easier than a child, right? WRONG!
As the communion plate was passed to me from my husband, I took the jagged edged little matzo cracker and held it. I passed the plate to my dad and waited for the words to be said, the thankfulness of my heart to go up to God and to eat my pasty little tooth-filling sized breadcrumb.
Well, a few seconds later, we took Christs' body and my dad's face turned beet red as he choked. I tried hard not to burst out laughing as the thought that filled my mind was not, "Dad, are you ok?" but the newspaper article that would be my father's obituary:
Body of Christ lodged in throat. Man dies at 46.
I couldn't contain my laughter anymore, and so I didn't look like a complete idiot, I told my husband who laughed loudly in the revered silence of the rest of the church.
Passing around the "Blood of Christ" I asked my dad who had regained his composure if he would like to take two to be sure the first one got down.
Ever see grape juice spray onto the woman in the pew in front of you from your dad's nose? I have.
Let's suffice it to say it was my most memorable church experience.
Heather McKeown is an aspiring christian writer, and appreciates any comments made about her story emailed directly to her at FocusedOnHim@comcast.net
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