They was Sacrificing Babies …

You want to hear about our Friday trip to Finchley. It was a gray day and it wanted to rain so bad, but it didn’t. I left home with plenty of time to transit the city. I took the shorter of the two routes out. I walked down the tunnel to Georges Vanier Metro, just down the hill, instead of walking all the way to Atwater and switching trains up the line.

I made it to Snowden with 30 minutes to spare. I was very early for my pickup. Rick showed up at 8 and we set off for the meeting. It was sprinking all evening on the West end. The church had moved us from the 1st floor room we usually use, to the basement classroom, down the stairs.

I walked down the stairs and sitting there was BIG Brian. I was like, what’s up dude, where have you been? And he asked me how long I’ve been coming to Finchley, and I said, about a month. I said that Rick has been bringing me. He was outside. He walked down into the room and Brian was like, Yo Dude, you have to pass by my house to get here, why didn’t you tell me you were coming to this meeting.

The excuses were flying. Rick is being tight on his fuel budget on who he picks up and where. We had some coffee and sat down for the meeting. The first speaker went up and did her thing. Then there was the break, and the second speaker.

The prayer meeting was going full force as we all sat down for the long haul speaker. He started his story, and the people up stairs were starting to get loud. There were shouts and what seemed to be people praying in various languages, tongues, etc … The spirit was rising as the speaker kept going. Then the noise got worse, with kids running from here to there, pitter patter across the ceiling.

A baby cried out and it seemed they were either praying, casting out demons or exorcising someone because they voices were getting louder as the speaker went on. I was like, what are they doing upstairs, sacrificing babies or something? Not to mention that there was no air in the basement. I could only get one window open, and at the end of the meeting I couldn’t get the window closed… FML!!!

It was hot, the natives were singing, dancing and chanting upstairs and it was a serious disturbance downstairs in the basement. It took all Rick had to stay seated for the entire share. He was getting seriously agitated, because everybody had a hard time paying attention to the speaker aside from all the noise. UGH !!!

On the way home, Rick offered to take Brian home, which was on the way for us, Brian commented that they would bring this up at the business meeting. It was just too noisy. And if it is going to be that noisy every week, we get relegated to the basement, they might need to find another hall to host the meeting in another church.

They could always move to Westmount. I am sure St. Leon’s would take another meeting on the Friday night. It’s a nice space and $100.00 a month for rent.

That was our sacrificing baby talk for tonight.

More to come, stay tuned…