N
Nickdnz
Guest
They Got Me!
It was a Saturday just like any other. The Christmas mood had not really set in, but the Christmas money spending was in its prime. But little did I know, today was going to be quite a day. A girl in whom I was trying to impress, asked me if I would be interested in going to a Christmas show with her. Naturally I figured this was my opportunity to leave a good impression. As I arrived at the Michael Fowler Centre, the hall in which the production was on was surrounded by people, friendly people, people in which greeted me warmly, showed me a good seat close to the stage, and made conversation with me while we waited for the production. Now this girl whom I was attempting to impress told me she was in the production, and I had done several plays with her before, so I knew she was very good. What I didn’t realise was that she had two lines, and this wasn’t so much a production but a Mass. A man stood up, and beautiful songs of praise were sung. Now myself, not being of any real religious conviction, decided to get into the spirit, that was mistake one. I sung, clapped and listened to what the preacher was saying. He said that the greatest gift that you could give someone was a gift that what someone didn’t have, what they couldn’t buy and that you could give them. I admit I may have been slow to pick up where he was going with this, but he related touching stories of his life, but to how god saved us all by giving his son to earth. Needless to say, despite my barley religious background, I was in a jollier, festive mood. And then they got me.
The preacher, who could sell ice to a polar bear, asked a question. “Who here does not attend church as often as they should? Raise your hand†I thought to myself, with the small religious conviction I had that I could probably attend my church more often so unwittingly I raised my hand. “Who here believes in God and Jesus? Keep your hand raised†well I guess I am more or less undecided, but I kept my hand up. “Who here wants a closer relationship with our saviour Jesus Christ?†It couldn’t hurt I guess, I kept my hand raised, thinking that this is as far as it would go. “May the people around those with their hands up, please help those with their hands up to the front†the short charismatic man said. Sh*t. They helped me to the front, shook my hand. I was nervous and anxious to leave, but my troubles were not yet over.
“Our councillors will now show you to place in which you may receive a copy of the New Testament, and talk to you about our saviour.†I was led to a separate room where a councillor named Greg talked to me about Jesus. “You’re a big unit, how hold are you?â€
“I’m seventeenâ€
“Seventeen! You must have just finished up exams etcâ€
“Yep†I said trying to hurry this extremely polite and caring person along.
“I joined the church when I was 17†He said, I could see where we were going.
But I was blind sided yet again. They got down my personal details such as phone numbers, street address etc. They have told me they’ll contact me for barbeques, upcoming events etc, and talked to me about the youth community. I reached the reality that I had been blind sided. I’ve now joined a church called “Ariseâ€. I now have to some how explain to my former church, and Anglican Church which my family has gone to for years, that I will now be attending a new church. The only consolation to my old church was that I attended maybe three times a year.
Needless to say, the girl who I was trying to convince received some bewildered looks from me. I couldn’t figure out how I went in there to see a Christmas production, and left a member of Arise Church. Anyway, I’m sticking it out, to see where it goes with the girl I was trying to impress. I would like to say goodbye to my Sunday sleep ins.
It was a Saturday just like any other. The Christmas mood had not really set in, but the Christmas money spending was in its prime. But little did I know, today was going to be quite a day. A girl in whom I was trying to impress, asked me if I would be interested in going to a Christmas show with her. Naturally I figured this was my opportunity to leave a good impression. As I arrived at the Michael Fowler Centre, the hall in which the production was on was surrounded by people, friendly people, people in which greeted me warmly, showed me a good seat close to the stage, and made conversation with me while we waited for the production. Now this girl whom I was attempting to impress told me she was in the production, and I had done several plays with her before, so I knew she was very good. What I didn’t realise was that she had two lines, and this wasn’t so much a production but a Mass. A man stood up, and beautiful songs of praise were sung. Now myself, not being of any real religious conviction, decided to get into the spirit, that was mistake one. I sung, clapped and listened to what the preacher was saying. He said that the greatest gift that you could give someone was a gift that what someone didn’t have, what they couldn’t buy and that you could give them. I admit I may have been slow to pick up where he was going with this, but he related touching stories of his life, but to how god saved us all by giving his son to earth. Needless to say, despite my barley religious background, I was in a jollier, festive mood. And then they got me.
The preacher, who could sell ice to a polar bear, asked a question. “Who here does not attend church as often as they should? Raise your hand†I thought to myself, with the small religious conviction I had that I could probably attend my church more often so unwittingly I raised my hand. “Who here believes in God and Jesus? Keep your hand raised†well I guess I am more or less undecided, but I kept my hand up. “Who here wants a closer relationship with our saviour Jesus Christ?†It couldn’t hurt I guess, I kept my hand raised, thinking that this is as far as it would go. “May the people around those with their hands up, please help those with their hands up to the front†the short charismatic man said. Sh*t. They helped me to the front, shook my hand. I was nervous and anxious to leave, but my troubles were not yet over.
“Our councillors will now show you to place in which you may receive a copy of the New Testament, and talk to you about our saviour.†I was led to a separate room where a councillor named Greg talked to me about Jesus. “You’re a big unit, how hold are you?â€
“I’m seventeenâ€
“Seventeen! You must have just finished up exams etcâ€
“Yep†I said trying to hurry this extremely polite and caring person along.
“I joined the church when I was 17†He said, I could see where we were going.
But I was blind sided yet again. They got down my personal details such as phone numbers, street address etc. They have told me they’ll contact me for barbeques, upcoming events etc, and talked to me about the youth community. I reached the reality that I had been blind sided. I’ve now joined a church called “Ariseâ€. I now have to some how explain to my former church, and Anglican Church which my family has gone to for years, that I will now be attending a new church. The only consolation to my old church was that I attended maybe three times a year.
Needless to say, the girl who I was trying to convince received some bewildered looks from me. I couldn’t figure out how I went in there to see a Christmas production, and left a member of Arise Church. Anyway, I’m sticking it out, to see where it goes with the girl I was trying to impress. I would like to say goodbye to my Sunday sleep ins.
