My “plain people” poem brought back a favorite family story I have not heard since I was 10 years old.
My grandparents were out driving one Sunday morning somewhere in Canada, near Owen Sound, Ontario. It was early enough for service, and they passed a small Mennonite church, with buggies neatly lined up; horses groomed and enjoying the early summer sun.
My grandmother convinced my grandfather to stop for service–after all, how much difference can there be in a worship service from Baptist to Mennonite–as they both arose from the Anabaptists ‘way back.
Well, there was one painful difference. When the pastor said, “Let us pray,” my grandparents literally knocked heads with the young couple in the pew ahead of them. Apparently, these Mennonites spun around in the pew, knelt, and bowed their heads; thus injuring themselves and the young visiting couple, who had simply bowed their heads forward.
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Ha! When I saw the post title, wasn’t sure where this was gonna lead, knowing the Mennonites are passive! LOL…good story and what a great memory! 🙂
🙂 I loved hearing it! I guess that’s one way to notice when you have visitors in church…
Funnnnny! Lol! What a sweet memorry!
I can just see it, too!
Not the first time various faiths knocked heads. 😉
true nuff, lol.
Ha ha .. funny story !!!
yes, I think of it just about every time I pass those buggies on the road (which is not that often)
Funny and ouch lol
Yes–I heard this story so many times as a child–I only wish I could deliver this the way my grandma did!