The Time I Got Lost at Church

The 142-metre-long (155 yards) Potemkin Stairs...
Well--it wasn't quite this big . . .

It was our first time there.

It was big.

We had to park a block away and climb a long flight of stairs just to get in.

But it was good. Really good preaching.

Then the baby needed whatever babies seem always to need when you really want to stay seated in church.

And I made the trek to the nursery, aided by the aides in the hallways. You see, this church really was big. Several stories high and took up a whole block. Just the building.

However, after going down two hallways, down the elevator, and down two more hallways, nursing the baby, and changing the baby, with my geographically challenged mind–I could not find my way back to the sanctuary.

Could. Not.

I also could not find any of the illustrious hallway aides I had used to get so far away from my family. Although I knew not where I was, nor where I needed to go, I could sort of tell where I was going: in circles.

Finally I spied an aide and gave him that sad-puppy look. He asked me if I needed help.

“I’m lost,” I told him.

He raised one eyebrow and shifted his posture.

Oh, no. I didn’t mean that. Not in a Baptist church. Not that kind of lost!

“I mean–I’m saved!–but I can’t find my way back from the nursery to the sanctuary.”

Practically a slide show of faces slid over his face: relief, disappointment, trying-not-to-laugh, sureness.

And he led me, personally, to the place I needed to be, which I was very much farther from than I thought.

And we decided that although it was an extremely pleasant church, we really were more the little church type.

Published by Katharine

Katharine is a writer, speaker, women's counselor, and professional mom. Happily married over 50 years to the same gorgeous guy. She loves cooking amazing homegrown food, celebrating grandbabies, her golden-egg-laying hennies, and watching old movies with popcorn. Her writing appears at Medium, Arkansas Women Bloggers, Contently, The Testimony Train, Taste Arkansas, Only in Arkansas, and in several professional magazines and one anthology.

9 thoughts on “The Time I Got Lost at Church

  1. This post made me laugh out loud! Because I can relate to it on so many levels. Babies needing what they need at all the “wrong-for-me” times, being lost, but not “lost”. I loved it!

    1. Nah, just not any news today, so thought I’d type extemp. Ha. Actually, I am so under a backlog of promises to keep, I have no time to research or write anything except life experiences. But folks like it, I guess. 🙂

  2. knowlife experiences are terrific. they are the threads that form your beautiful tapestry, dear friend! Sometimes it’s knowledge, sometimes it’s opinion, sometimes it’s experiences…it’s all good. It weaves together in ways we cannot see today—I know the keys and the lost story are already percolating in the back of your mind. Down the road, “ding” a new topic will come to you and you will know JUST how you plan to research.
    The Holy Spirit moves our fingers over the keys and guides us. I loved your locked and lost stories. Gives me another peek! hugs and good luck with those promises!

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