Back to embarrassment

Because I think this is so funny, I have decided to blog about my husbands most embarrassing moment! Go to the bathroom before you start reading this.


John grew up in Central Church. If you don't know where Central Church was, it was at the corner of Kirby and Winchester. It was shaped like a roulette wheel (or atleast that is what I thought it looked like). It was round and that is what most people remember about it. It now has that big ole redonkulous Statue of Liberty in front of it......if you still don't know where that is, then you probably never will! Anyway, he grew up there. His parents were very involved in church and his uncle was the associate pastor. He and his cousin, Philip (who is the son of the associate pastor uncle) would sit together during church. John's dad sang in the chior and Philips dad was, of course, always on or near the stage so they were told to be quiet and because their parents had full view of the sanctuary from the stage, they were watching them the entire time. This particular Sunday morning John and Philip had been in the balcony at the tip topest row just kinda quietly doing the things kids did.....you know, laying down on the pew drawing or napping or coloring. Well, each Sunday they would sneak out of the sanctuary during the closing prayer and roam the halls until time to go home. This Sunday was no different. First Philip would go out, tip toeing the entire way, so as not to draw any wandering eyes up to their little corner. (Ther were upwards of 2,000 people in attendance on any given Sunday) He would get out safely and then John would follow suite. This particular week Philip successfully descended the stairs from the tip top balcony row and John got up to leave. He made it down about three stairs and tripped and tumbled down the stairs. Reminding you they were praying and how loud balconies are anyway, the thud on each step he hit was radiated across the sanctuary....curplunk, curplunk, curplunk, curplunk.....and CRASH. Once he reached the bottom step he plowed right into the railing at the bottom with a HUGE CRASH! Next thing you know, he popped right up and ran out of the sanctuary with just about every eye searching the balcony to see what had happened.


He successfully forgot about that experience until he reached youth age and one of the girls he was then friends with reminded him of the experience and explained that she was in the chior at the time of the event and that it was SO loud that he could have been tumbling right beside her and it would have been no louder. She told him that even the preacher talked about it later and laughed about it. She said the giggles being surpressed and the shaking sholders in the entire sanctuary told her that everyone else had noticed too!