did u ever wonder if other people around you in church could hear  your stomach growling?
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My stomach growled so loud once in Church that both my wife and son looked at me to see if I was OK... LOL, kind of embarrassing at the time, but a little funny now.
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Yes. Especially in the past. I try really hard not to. I make a daily effort to pray that God will protect me and seal my lips in this matter. I dont like the way it makes me feel after I gossip. I definetly dont like the way it could make someone else feel. However, since Ive really tried to quit, Ive made much progress. I am embarrassed to say that the answer is yes. I am AMAZED that so many other people who have answered this question have absolutely no problem with this. WOW!\n\nI am 21, Female, U.S.A.
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It has happened to me today at work :)\n\nI was ill-speaking of someone, when I found him at my back listening to every SINGLE word of what I said.\n\nOMG, this has been so embarrasing and I looked red like a tomato :)
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Seriously, I had a friend who was in seminary school, and one day he was visiting with me and our buddies when we ordered out for some Pizza and beer.  It started as a joke, but being all Catholics at the time, we simulated Communion using the Pizza as the host and the beer as the blood.  Just as we started out, a weird feeling came over us all, and the joke stopped and we performed the communion together taking it very seriously.  \n\nI will ring your doorbell and run away!!!
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It's not mine so it might not count...\nAt my brother's confirmation he farted really loud in church and everyone around us started laughing.  It was the polite sort of laughter though, in your hand so it's quiet, you know.  Anyway, my sister was laughing so hard that she did it too and everyone lost it.  They started laughing hysterically in the middle of the mass.
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Absolutely - ever heard a baby burp?
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AAHAHA.  You're terrific! :)\n\nI remember when I was "practicing" for my first communion, they passed out little sandwich bags full of christ crackers so we could practice our cannibalism at home with mom and dad...I thought they were yummy, so before I left the church I swiped 3 more bags to take home with me. I just may have made baby jesus cry.
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I agree. Pastors don't do that in our church, though.  It's about the message; not how a pastor looks or sounds.  Too many make sounds to get the congregation going, but the message gets lost.  Back in the day, James Brown had a jam called, "Talkin' loud...but/and sayin' nothin'"; people would say, "He really preached today!" When they're asked about the actual sermon, the answer is "I don't know, but he really preached today!" "We had church!"\nPeople do things b/c others do them; did them.  They've been informally...maybe even formally taught to do this.  It is annoying...so is saying the Holy Spirit moves through you through the music...and when the music immediately stops...so do you.   Hmmmmmmmmm!  I wonder...\nThere's a difference between singing and screaming.\nI guess these days, I'll b accused of judging. I came from an era of questioning and discerning.  Oh,well, focus on God and His message.
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No, but I've heard demons speak.  \n\nJust the other day, I heard the anti-Christ himself speak.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nDick Cheney.
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I farted during a prayer at church and my son next to me laughed and said my mom farted....
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Most churches I've neen to have a social gathering after mass. For example...my church offers free coffee and donouts afterwards. The other cathloic church has a pancake breakfast afeter each mass
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Too bad the Catholic casts doubt on that which has not happened to him/her.    When I was 12 I was confirmed in the Lutheran church.   It meant that I had to stand before the congregation and answer a whole bunch of questions.  I was sacred silly and devoid of answers.\n\nMy pastor took our class down into the basemant and prayed for us.   All of a sudden the fear completely left me and I felt powerful and taller than everybody else.   I had always been very shy and timid like my father.  \n\nThe feeling left after the ceremony but I wanted to find it again but didn't know how.   I searched for 29 years for that power and boldness till I walked into a small pentecostal church and found it again and was baptized in the Holy Spirit for good.\n\nMy speaking in tongues gift is now the ability to perform in music and to speak and testify about my love for Jesus boldly and without fear.   I thank God for a true born again experience.\n\nGod works in mysterious ways and be very careful putting down others for the way they act when filled with the spirit.   Running, screaming, laughing are all things that God has given to us to express ourselves.   Don't put the Holy Spirit in a box.. Seek Him and He will set you free.   Would you jump and shout like the cripple in the Book of Acts Chp. 3?    Why not???
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I SURE DID! just the other day i was in a hospital and i had really bad gas,because of this new diet,and i let one rip while i was alone on the elevator...well i pushed 5th floor at the first floor and i forgot someone might get on at one of the floors in between...well it happened...two beautiful woman and a grandma and i couldnt say anything...one of the girls started to laugh and then nudged her friend (trying to be discreet) and the granma coughed...it was a really bad one...the kind that can even make the owner of it puke...\nvery embarrassing!
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My preacher farted really loud during his sermon, there was a huge roar of laughter from everyone in the congregation and his face turned BRIGHT RED, hilarious! just priceless!
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Not at all. I used to feel wierd about it, but then I met one of my pastors who is a woman. She's also a close personal friend of mine and she inspires me alot. As it is I do teach, but I would love to one day preach God's word. It would be awesome!
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Hi "One_man_woman",\nOne time, I was walking to the corner market for a loaf of bread when I had to pass by a neighborhood church. I was somewhat acquainted with the structure as it was always mentioned in the newspaper's community section. Known as "The loft," folks would gather there on Thursday evenings for poetry readings.\n\nHowever, this day happened to be a Saturday afternoon and a pair of gentlemen greeted me as I walked by. They invited me inside to sample an hour of their presentation. Ok, I went inside and found myself to be a prospective new recruit for their brand of religion.\n\nMost of the pews were filled with hooded monks chanting a haunting rhythm. There were others who like me, were wearing their regular denims. The service began like most other church-goers would be familiar with. A grand master of ceremonies led the group through some songs and gave a sermon. Near the end of the hour it was time for their ritual of "laying on of the hands." Some of the parishioners would come forward and ask for prayers for their ailments or a sick grand mum whom fell down in the tub. All the hooded dudes whose faces could not readily be seen would all place a hand on the person and their combined energies were presumed to have a strength and expedite a solution to the problem.\n\nOK now, there was another new guy in the pews who was watching eagerly. I noticed he had a shaky-leg syndrome. When he saw a chance, he approached the ring of conspirators and described how he never was able to settle down. The hooded goons closed in upon him, all to make a physical connection. The master of ceremonies began a prayer, a dogmatic mix of logic and pure hocus-pocus. I immediately saw the effects as the tension went out of the man's body. When the beseeching was near an end, the master asked, "Are the brothers ready?"\n\nA suspenseful few moments passed until he almost shouted, "NOW!"\n\nOn that cue, the brothers began to pummel their hapless victim. Continually delivering blows over head and to the solar plexus until he was down on the floor getting stomped. After another minute, the grand Pooh-Bah decided the treatment administered was sufficient to induce a relaxing calm that would assuage the nervousness for a long, long time.\n\nI can't say for certain that the syndrome was lifted permanently as I had a loaf of bread to buy and some other errands to do that day. I hope for you "One_man_woman", that you can find a cure.\n\n-Mark
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*Chuckling for I wait an hour after everyone else has drunk their's to drink mine* But if you are asking does the church with its history of bloodshed and crusades scare me today?\n\nThe answer is an emphatic, hell yeah!\n\nFrom their insane desire to destroy all other faiths to the hijacking of politics, they worry me greatly as would any rational free thinker...