This is a story my parents didn’t tell about me, but one I vividly remember myself. From the age of one to six, I often stayed with my grandparents on their farm. When they would take me to the church building on the Lord’s Day, I was like all other kids my age – I was constantly moving in order to not be bored.
One Sunday, while the preacher was preaching his sermon, I (who was then three years old), stood up and began making all kinds of weird faces (sticking my tongue out, etc.) at the audience seated behind me.
Needless to say, there was quite a few giggles and some laughter going on. I’m certain that the preacher wondered why his serious biblical message was suddenly turning humorous. Well, it wasn’t too long before my grandparents got “wind” of the situation, and my humor-producing antics came to an abrupt halt.
My granddad took me to the rear of the auditorium and proceeded to “warm” my backside (no humor there). Needless to say, my day of trying to be a comic suddenly ended – my entertainment career being over. Never again did I make any more faces in the assembly, for which I’m certain the preacher was thankful. 🙂