Random Memory

At one of the churches where my Dad preached, the microphone at the pulpit was connected to speakers downstairs in the kitchen area. That way, people preparing for lunches and events could still hear the service. Unfortunately at the time, my brother and I didn’t know this. After church, everyone went downstairs for coffee and snacks and we stayed in the sanctuary, playing with the mic. We were huffing and singing and making all these weird noises when my Dad came flying up the stairs telling us to shut it. Hehe. 🙂 We’re going to burn in hell.

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