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I go to a church with a multicultural, cross-generational, multi-economic level, and otherwise diverse church. I LOVE diversity. I couldn't live in a place where everyone was the same color, spoke the same language, made the same paycheck, and came from the same decade. I love that my worship team is a perfect representation of my church. We have white, black, Trinidadian, Latin, English, Portuguese, Spanish, east coasters, west coasters, millionaires, broke studio musicians, 16 to 75, southern rock, Latin jazz, hymns, reggae... And much more. But this beautiful culture makes for some hilarious mishaps during church.
I'm sure every church has their fair share of stories. Share them. I'll start.
Several years ago there was a woman sitting the front row as our pastor began speaking. The woman's very obnoxious phone began to ring. The whole church squirmed uncomfortably as she rustled through her very large bag to find her phone. The pastor went on and so did she. Eventually she found her phone and turned if off, right? No! She turned it on and began talking in full voice. The pastor stopped a moment and just looked at her. She was sitting next to me so I was just leaning over to tell her it wasn't appropriate when the assistant pastor rolled around her other side. The woman got up and walked to the door in the back talking full-voice the whole time. When she finally closed the door she kept talking right outside the door, then walked right back in the same door and all the way back up to the front. She for two more calls, but at least she told those ones she was in church and had to call them back.
I'm sure every church has their fair share of stories. Share them. I'll start.
Several years ago there was a woman sitting the front row as our pastor began speaking. The woman's very obnoxious phone began to ring. The whole church squirmed uncomfortably as she rustled through her very large bag to find her phone. The pastor went on and so did she. Eventually she found her phone and turned if off, right? No! She turned it on and began talking in full voice. The pastor stopped a moment and just looked at her. She was sitting next to me so I was just leaning over to tell her it wasn't appropriate when the assistant pastor rolled around her other side. The woman got up and walked to the door in the back talking full-voice the whole time. When she finally closed the door she kept talking right outside the door, then walked right back in the same door and all the way back up to the front. She for two more calls, but at least she told those ones she was in church and had to call them back.