New Castle News
NEW CASTLE —
Recently, a friend of mine started a Facebook page about our former church.
The members started reminiscing about their weddings, child dedications, baptisms, and other events they hold dear to their hearts.
I probably attended that church longer than most of them.
So, what were my memories?
As a teenager, I was barred from Sunday school class for being disruptive.
The pastor found a job for me in the office to keep me out of trouble during Sunday school. When no one was looking, I would sneak out and go to Isaly's to drink coffee with the guys.
Then there was the church choir.
Sitting in the last row with the other basses, I had a small problem with keeping quiet while the others were learning their parts. I may still have some remnants of this little problem in me.
On several occasions, I was asked not to sing anymore in the choir. By this time, I had a driver’s license, so I hung out at Wonder Boy during choir practice.
It gets worse.
I was living a lifestyle that the church did not approve of, and they removed my membership. I was asked not to return to church.
Was I innocent of all of these accusations?
No! Of course not.
But God has the ability to turn one’s life around.
After getting married, I started to settle down a tad.
I became a Sunday school teacher, in the same room that I was barred from years earlier. This, of course, meant I didn't have time to sneak out for coffee during Sunday school.
Remember the choir I was not allowed to sing in? I became the director.
Although I never played the piano until I was 25 years old, I became the church pianist. Again, this prevented me from going out for coffee during church.
How I ended up as Sunday school superintendent and church board member is a real miracle.
Do I still have some of my disruptive tendencies?
I sure do!
Put me in a meeting, and I turn into Johnny Carson.
Things have changed since my early church days.
No longer does one have to sneak out of church to have a coffee.
They serve it right in the lobby.
My old church brings plenty of memories that I will never forget, but I'm fully satisfied where I'm at now.
I'm still a cut-up at choir practice, but Mr. Masi must have more patience than my former directors.
At least I haven't had to stand in the hall with my arms spread, holding a book in each hand, like I did in ninth-grade music class.
Wow, I hope I haven't given him any ideas.