Profess

Today was my profession of faith. If you don't know what profession of faith is, it's basically standing up in front of the congregation and answering questions. It's kinda like a baptism for people who have been baptised when their infants. Well, today I had mine. I can't exactly remember what happened. I remember having sweaty hands all throughout the service and how the sermon was so appropriate for what I was about to do. I remember feeling my heart excellerate when I heard my name and blindly going up front. Pastor Dave asked me to tell the congregation how I had come to the point where I was. I started with this phrase, "I remember hearing a service on the Sunday before my 15th birthday..." I flubbed. I just felt so shaky and I could help but cry because of this great thing I was about to share with the church. "DVB was preaching a sermon on the Last Supper and a passage just popped out to me. It was Mark 14:12." I forgot the verse and asked for a Bible. I read it. I cried. Then I explained what it ment to me and that three words made me realize what I had to do. I must be uncustomary. (After the service, Pastor Dave made some pun on uncustoMARY) So that is my mission. I what to be uncustomary. So yeah, basically this day has been really busy and emotional for me, seeing as I was nervous for the profession of faith, overwhelmed with joy during it, extremely nervous for a duet recital afterwards, and totally exausted after practicing a song for choir. I'm going to go eat and take a nap. See ya!

-M

M Word of the Post that doesn't really start with an M

Uncommon- adjective- out of the ordinary; unusual