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Originally Posted by iceniez
We had an Evangalist Preaching for us, He was preaching and got to the midpoint of his sermon. Every time he took a step he would "BLAST" one off. Nobody made a sound.He started to preach harder [and faster] and the Blasts became more violent. My wife is looking at me as if I was doing it .She caught on and kept nudging me .Still no audible laughs but you could tell people were holding back.He then hurried the end of his message,and without skipping a beat put down the microphone and went straight to the restroom.At the time I felt sorry and embarressed for him,I still do but it is too funny.
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Well, since you went there. I was not going to post this but....
I have a friend who went to IN in the 70's for a revival.. Did not know anyone but said he felt called to the area. He finally found a place he could use. It was a--not in use--chicken coop on a farm. It was 30 feet X 90 but the old farmer let him use it for nothing-just had to clean it up. That is funny in itself....Well God started blessing and soon the little coop was full of the faithful...people were receiving the HG and being baptized in JC.
His pattern was to preach have an alter service and then turn the meeting to a helper who would receive the offering. Well one night he was preaching and he felt that special pain in the gut that let him know that something was near. He started to wind it up, but before he could close two more pains came. He ran behind his makeshift pulpit and was saying a closing prayer, when all of a sudden no amount of crimping could hold back the urge. He filled his drawers before he got the Amen out. Then he immediately turned the service to his helper and made a bow legged run for the car. By the time they got back to the hotel--20 min. of visiting after the service, 20 min. drive, he was in bad shape. He said his only course of action was to take a shower in the suite. These old time holiness folks--got plenty of laughs out of the Rev who messed his drawers in the pulpit.