A couple of weeks ago my family and I were invited to the Hayes' home for dinner. Mr. and Mrs. Hunt were there as well. We were enjoying a wonderful evening of great food and fellowship. The topic of Lousiana and Mississippi came up. As discussion of how things were growing in those hurricane afflicted areas were being enchanged, I chuckled at a little memory of my own. At this point, I just had to share it.
Most of you know about my church (Morning Star Baptist) and how we were heavily involved with sending members down to help rebuild some homes and help encourage people in that area after they were hit by the hurricane. One place that they went often was Pascagoula (sp?), Miss. After arriving down there and making several trips back and forth, members were standing up in church giving testimonies of how God has changed them and what they saw while down there. For a long time when they were saying, "We went to Pascagoula" or "We stopped at Pascagoula on the way" It never hit my little deaf ears that it was a city that they were talking about. For almost a year I thought they were talking about a pastor named Pastor Goula. It wasn't until about a month ago when my pastor shared a slide presentation with the church that had the name up on the screen under a picture of the city, "Pascagoula, Miss." It all made sense!!!! Wow...
So after sharing this story with everyone at the table, they were laughing really hard and convinced me that I needed to share this story with others.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
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2 comments:
That is pretty funny! Thanks for sharing. But I understand the misunderstanding. "Pascagoula" is a strange name. (Of course, "Goula" is a strange name as well.)
You're awesome, Barb! I'm glad you shared this on your blog. :) You know we love you!
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