I’ve been thinking about the trip I took to Peru about a year and a half ago. How could that much time have passed? Anyway, I always meant to share some of the funny things that happened on that trip, but never did. I’m not sure why. Maybe I was just so busy I forgot or maybe I was so embarrassed I couldn’t face it. I’m not sure. Ha ha!
Anyway I was reminded recently about a conversation I had with one of the members of our group. The subject of churches came up and Jim asked me about my church. I told him that I go to a baptist church.
“You go to a baptist church?” he asked obviously surprised. It seemed as though “baptist” did not fit with his impression of me.
You know there are all kinds of baptists so I tried to explain. “Yeah, I go to a small family integrated church. It’s a relatively new church and the pastor told me he thought about using the term Bible Church instead of Baptist, but that most of the Bible churches in the area are charismatic, and he didn’t want to give the impression that we’re charismatic.”
Jim looked at me kinda funny and said, “Oh, I was a pentecostal preacher.”
Ah ha ha ha! Open mouth; insert foot. Jim laughed with me. Thankfully he is a kindred spirit and laughed at with me a lot on that trip. Fun times!
Oh dear!!! I had a similar moment with a catholic co-worker. I’d like to say “Never again!” but it probably will happen again. And again. And again. Haha. Such is life. Nice to know we all have those moments. =D
Once after a musical concert, I was in line to shake hands with the men’s trio. I said to them, “My husband normally doesn’t like events like this, but he enjoyed listening to y’all.” In my youthful innocence (I was 18 years old at the time), I thought that they would be happy that they had pleased a finicky audience member, but one of the guys shot me a look that could only be described as *daggers* – LOL