Once Upon a Time many years ago near the end of my days attending church services the congregation i attended was holding a meeting. by "meeting" I mean every night for a week some guest preacher is going to give a sermon and there's going to be some singing, some praying, and an extension of the invitation to obey the lord and be baptized. they were really gonna save some souls. contributions might have been down I don't know. anyway they decided they was going to have a good old time Tent Revival. better marketing i suppose. so they rented this big ole tent that looked like some kind of leftover from the circus, brightly striped and frilly edges all around. the irony of that was not missed. they filled it full of metal folding chairs. they had a little half-ass stage with a pulpit and a couple of flower arrangements. in anticipation of a big crowd there is no space left unoccupied by at least a folding chair. so things have been building up all week, and by the last night of the meeting, word had gotten out and this place was really full. so after some singing and some praying and some preaching and amening and the extension of the invitation to get your soul saved, it was finally time for the closing prayer. I remember that they chose this feller for what must have been the most pious and long-winded praying they could find. an old-timer from the congregation. a much older man with an overly perfumed better half, but a sweet lady. they were really saving it up for the end. he hadn't been going too long just 4 or 5 minutes of thees and thous and a beseeching or two when some poor soul, sitting on one of them metal folding chairs farted. it rang out like bell across the whole tent. for a minute you could imagine that Judgment day was about to commence. there was about a second-and-a-half delay in the old man's speech despite a thorough rehearsal I'm sure, he'd lost all its rhythm. there was snickering and snorting and such among the saved and unsaved alike. never found out who that was. I wanted to shake their hand, but kind of didn't. just one of my fonder recollections from those days.

so what do you think you'd do if you had that pressure building during services?