I think it would be fun to share some of the stories that we've been through with our history of faith and church. We probably all know some. we could include a picture, too, if wanted.
I'll share first:
When we lived in Billings and Karen and Rick's kids Chad and Brea were just little tykes of about 4 and 2 years old. We all got together to play games at the kitchen table. The family room was just below us and we sent Chad and Brea down there to play as they were too small to understand our game we were playing. They were playing, we were playing, and all were having a great time. We heard what they were saying. Chad said "Let's play Bible Study" and Brea said "okay". To which Chad replied - "You be the bible, I'll be Jesus".
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HIlarious!!
Luanne and I use to play "Holy Communion". It was fun when we used oreo cookies for the Host!
Mom, tell about Chad and the Camp Ground Host. That is funny!
What is the story about Debbie going to communion with one shoe? I don't remember it, but remember lots of laughter from the story.
When I was camp ground host at the Parkside campground out of Red Lodge, Chad would go around with me and help me clean toilets! He was only about 5 or 6 or maybe even younger. Not very old. As we would do our job, we would sing Christian songs. I would pray for the pumper guy to come soon and pump out the toilets because they were getting pretty awful! The "stuff" was almost up to the top of the rims! Yucky and gross! So I would pray, and he would pray, too. One day, as we were walking up the road to the outdoor toilet that was out in the open, I could see the pumper truck coming down the road. I was so elated, and so was Chad. I said "Oh, Chad, look! Here comes the pumper truck. Praise the Lord!" To which he replied "I love working with you Grandma, it's just like working with God!"
Another part of this story I just have to add now:
The next day we all went for a walk up to M-K campground. Patsy was with us, too. We took our scrabble game and wanted a different place to play scrabble. We were playing, and I looked over the way, and there was Chad climbing up on a rock that was high and dropped straight down into the creek. Scared me to death! So, I went over there and said "Come down from there, Chad", to which he just looked at me and kept going. Then I said it again, only a little more stern. He kept going, so I reached up and grabbed his leg and pulled him down. He got so mad at me " and ran over and plopped down on the bench beside the others and crossed his arms in front of him and his lip was out a few inches in a pout. When I got back to the table, they were all laughing. Patsy told me I was demoted from God to a mere campground host. He had said "No campground host is going to tell me what to do!" We've had quite a laugh about that one.
Those are hilarious stories! Many years ago in my ignoramous days, I said to Debbie as she sat in a lawn chair in the creek reading her Bible, "When are you ever going to finish reading that book?" You see, I saw her reading it for years, and I could not understand why it was taking her so long to finish it.
That is funny, Kay. We've had some laughs about that one. Here's another:
One time I went to Denver to visit Kay, Linda, Janet and Arjay. They lived in the same apartment. Linda had her parrot, Yo Yo. He was a jabber box and always said bad words - you know, the four letter kind that I don't repeat? So, I decided to teach that darn parrot something good. I tried and tried and tried to make him say "Praise the Lord", and I sat there with that parrot looking stupid at me while I said "praise the Lord" over and over and over. Then, here comes little baby Arjay crawling over to me saying "Praise da Lord" ! ! ! His first words, I think. So, it wasn't wasted. The parrot still said what he wanted to say. He didn't like me.
That Parrot didn't like me either! He used to say to Linda "You're cute!" when she walked by. When I walked by him he would say, "F--- you!" The way he talked those two phrases sounded almost the same. That was not a nice parrot. Another thing YoYo did was whenever he saw me approach the door to leave he would say, "Bye bye, stupid!" He never said that to Linda. It's as if he understood what he was saying. Stupid bird. Now how is this a humorous faith story, you may ask? Ummm. Well, it isn't. I'll work on that, OK?
One Christmas when I lived in Billings, I flew to Tacoma to spend the holiday with my kids. We all went to Christmas Eve Mass at St. Charles Boremo Catholic Church. It was packed and they did some ceremonial things that you didn't see too much any more in the church. The priest was swaying the incense container back and forth and chanting something. Taniah (who was about five at the time) kept poking Danielle and saying "What's that? What's in there? What is that stuff?" By now, there was a fairly thick cloud of scented smoke in the church. Taniah poked Danielle again "What's that>" "I'm not sure," said Danielle,"but I think it might be Holy Smoke."
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Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, is right. This is so funny! Thanks for writing it in here.
Reminds me of another -
One time when were all camping and sitting around the campfire at night - popping popcorn in a campfire corn popper thingie. Chad ( who was maybe 3 at the time), said "let's play church!" He got the popcorn popper, which was a basket attached to a long handle, and started passing it around like they do in church! That's his perception of church, is it?
So, did Chad collect lots of money as he was fleecing the flock?????
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