So Sunday at church--it was fast sunday (Where we fast meals and give that money we would've used for food to the poor) anyway,f ast Sunday is my favorite, because I love to hear the life changing experiences that people share that have uplifted them and helped them on their path of the straight and narrow. LOL! Well, British testimonies are always a bit more exciting, than in the States. Maybe it's the cute accents? I don't know. But one sweet lil' old guy--cane and all--got up to bare (Bear? not sure! LOL!) his testimony and I lost it. Seriously, lost it.
The part that got to me, went something like this:
"So I wanted to thank the young men and women who came to my house and sang carols to me. I especially loved the little cakes you made me. The chocolate ones I ate straight away. But the real pretty white one I saved for a special occasion. It was just beautiful with extra pretty decor and fancy designs. I couldn't wait to eat it and saved it for a whole week, until Christmas Day.
Little did I know that when I finally bit into that little cake--it wasn't a cake at all, but a flippin' bar of soap! Couldn't figure out why I was chewing something so hard till I actually bit down on the thing! So, uh, thanks for that Christmas surprise."
Seriously, I lost it--Bad, bad, Jenni. But I just had to share! LOL! I can't be the only one who knows this. LOL!