I’m generally the focus of my crazy snafus that take a great deal of courage to write about. This time, the subject of this post is my pastor.
Uh, oh. You might think I’m going to complain about one of his sermons. Absolutely not. He’s one of the most articulate pastors I know. However—this story does have to do with a sermon he tried to deliver to the congregation in church a few weeks ago.
These days with the advent of more and more sophisticated technology available, it seems now a cell phone can identify my voice. The pastor’s cell phone can do the same.
Here’s how it went down.
Sunday morning our Pastor stands in front of his podium and begins to speak—something from the Psalms if my memory serves me correctly. Which it probably doesn’t.
To my right and the pastor’s left, a cell phone announces a loud message, something from Wikipedia about the Psalms, interrupting the preacher’s words. He’s generally a polite, calm guy, so he smiles and looks in that direction. “Someone needs to silence their phone, I’m afraid.”
I didn’t hear the phone’s next comments, but Pastor’s eyes widened, then he gulped. Then he coughed. I had no clue as to what happened.
Finally, the youth pastor treks down the aisle, smiles at the pastor, and grabs a cell phone someone had left on the first row.
“Thanks.” Pastor shot a sheepish grin toward the youth pastor. “Will you please turn off my phone?”
Now, I’m not technically savvy, but I think Pastor’s phone heard his voice, (over the PA system) and decided to answer him. I’m sure someone younger than me can explain this complicated matter in a more scientific way.