Wake ya up?
Oh no. I was afraid. I was coming out of a Catholic background. I thought he was possessed. He was sitting and standing right next to me.
I'm sure he saw the look on my face... and then I tried to scoot away from him, as I looked around the church for who could help me if something happened. LOL
Then a dear, dear, older lady who is with the Lord now, who was Pentecostal had a talk with me.
O.K. I understood and wasn't afraid anymore. But I wanted away from him as he was so annoying to me. I couldn't think with his speaking in tongues so loud. I didn't want to hurt his feelings. So I,
Sat behind him the next 2 Sundays. Every Sunday I would move back a pew until I was at the back of the small church. Then I made my escape to the other side of the churches back pew for one Sunday. Then all the way up I went with the Mennonites and one Catholic. Finally I was away from him and thought he didn't notice.
OH no, he knew what I was up to. This guy was sharp. LOL
After church he said, "We have to talk" LOL I knew I was dead meat then and there.
After that talk he became one of my best friends. Even after he moved we stayed in touch. I loved him.
He would come up to visit and knock at the door and the first thing he always said, was, "What's the Lord been doing in your life?" I would smile real big and it was always a joy to visit with him.
AI
