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Chapter 10. The Unzipped Church

January 23, 2010

The Unzipped Church

The small congregation in Shelton, Washington was enjoying a good season of revival. Their town was far enough off the beaten path that preachers just didn’t drop by “passing through” on their way somewhere else.

It wasn’t often they could afford an evangelist. But now, he was here and so was a revival spirit. The church readily responded in worship and to the Word.

The enthusiasm in the service was felt. They had prayed and worshipped. Now it was time for preaching. Bro. Mason could preach, and did. He was in the “white heat” of his anointing. The power of God was felt in every word he said. The people were on their feet responding. The evangelist was red faced and breaking a sweat. He had come off the platform and was standing in front of Damon, the pastor’s 2 ½ yr old son seated on the front row. Amen’s roared. Some of them stood.

The more he preached, the more the people responded. The more they responded the closer Bro. Mason moved toward the young Damon on the front row. He stood there for a while driving his point home.

He was so close to the front row, that the little boy could no longer see his face. He was limited to what he could see at eye-level.

The pull-tab on the preacher’s zipper was sticking STRAIGHT out. That seemed to fascinate baby Damon. It was all he could see. It was close. It was very close.

Damon reached out his baby hand, and in one swift decisive motion, pulled it down. All the way down.

That action did not go unnoticed by the little church group. They were frozen. All eyes were glued on the “problem area.” The people were holding their collective breaths. For a moment he preached on.

The rush of cool air from the air conditioner into his clothing sent Bro. Mason an alarm that all was not well. He saw their eyes. He felt the coolness. He stopped preaching, looked down. He bent over and immediately spun around. His hands fumbled momentarily. The microphone in his hands hindering his dexterity.

When all was fixed, he looked back around at the congregation. Damon was smiling. The crowd roared with laughter. The anointing somehow left. The service had ended.

This too is Home Missions!

6 Comments leave one →
  1. mike permalink
    January 23, 2010 11:23 am

    thats too funny! did this happen in your church?

  2. January 23, 2010 11:59 am

    hahaha… the things that happen in Pentecostal churches… so glad I are one!!! lol

  3. Sis,Annette Wood permalink
    January 23, 2010 12:39 pm

    HA HA! I loved the blogs on here each and everyone i look forward to all of them sometimes I will Sit up , Kind of late to see the next one ( Yea, I anxiously await the next one each and every night!) and now that i kn0w my son-in -law did that at 2 -1/2 , I know he likes to pick on us on his dry since of humor, Now ,maybe i may say at least i don’t go around pulling zippers down on Preacher’s pants! Then maybe he won’t pick on us all so much! LOL

  4. Lorraine permalink
    January 24, 2010 3:17 am

    Keep on Keeping on Sister Becerra

  5. January 24, 2010 8:59 am

    I really enjoyed (Chapter 10. The Unzipped Church)
    I just finished reading it, And felt inspired to reply.
    Looking forward to seeing you in February.
    Bro. Rusty (Web Editor)

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