Growing up consisted of Sunday morning worship.
I don’t mean no disrespect it made me a better grown up.
It also led to funny tales that I’m about to share.
Things that really happened. They’re all true I swear.
My little brother Jerry, the youngest of us three.
Every Sunday morning would lean on mom and go to sleep.
It never bothered mom and the Preacher didn’t care.
So Jerry would catch 40 winks during music, worship and prayer.
Well finally it happened. That day we’d waited for.
The day we knew was coming. The day Jerry took the floor.
As we sang Just As I Am Jerry walked down the isle.
He was walking in his sleep, It made the preacher smile.
A friend just a few rows down pulled him into his pew.
He could see by Jerry’s look and knew what he must do.
Everyone enjoyed a laugh and soon will not forget.
That little red haired boy sleep walking to the pulpit.
By Ricky Pappy Sholar
3/25/2017
