Breh I’ll never forget the one time moms took me to church when I was a kid, I had to be like 9/10 at the time.
She decided to pick a Holiness church (overtown on Washington Ave for my Badnewz heads)
It started off cool.
It happened to be the pastor and his wife’s anniversary so they had a lil saxophone player up there in the pulpit, passed out a lil cake..
Aight I can dig this
The pleasantries lasted bout 30 minutes then the preacher got to preachin.
He started off calm, damn near whispering.
Then this nikka started speaking in tounges.
Soon as he started, the old lady bout two rows ahead of us, who’d been standing the whole time yelled, “Je-SUS!”, and passed the fukk out.
Now mind you, this wasn’t a regular church with nice cloth covered pews.
The building used to be a 7-11 and all the chairs was metal folding chairs.
That lady took out the 3 chairs behind her like somebody rolled a strike.
Me and moms sitting there like
The craziest part is, nobody helped her up or even payed her much attention, but she set off a chain reaction.
The band started playing out of nowhere, fast as fukk, the preacher started running around the stage still speaking in tongues but yelling now, the whole congregation stood up and all hell broke loose.
Some people just fell to their knees crying, some started speaking in tongues themselves, running around the church, and the rest of them just started passing out just like the 1st old lady, not giving a fukk who or what they hit.
Whole time me and moms are standing at the back of the church at this point, because moms would’ve cut somebody if they fell on me, on some straight
We dipped out and walked back to the crib not saying much at all the whole way home.
I had never seen no shyt like that in my life and it took me 15 years before I ever stepped foot in a church again.