Communications

I'm reading a book right now called Samson and the Pirate Monks by Nate Larkin. He's a Christian. It's about his struggles w/ sexual addiction.

He grew up the son of a pastor. He shares a story about a time he farted in church. He goes so far as to say that right after he did it, he had to get on his knees, turn around and pray. Said that it gave whole new meaning to the word "pew".


It reminded of the time we came home from church when I was around 16 or 17. Just as soon as we walked into the door, dad pulled me aside and sat down. He asked me if I "had gas." Now you have to understand...dad pulled me into the living room just off the hallway. We NEVER used this room. He also sat down like he had to ask me a serious question. He did not wait for later on, he did not come to my room. He did not ask me in the car. He walked into the living room and sat down. You also have to understand that we went to a very uptight church, and dad has always been very embarassed by anything even remotely related to having gas etc.

So he's asked me: "Do you have gas?" I became very uncomfortable and told him that it may have been something I ate for breakfast. I just knew that he caught a whiff of something or heard something come out of me that---to paraphraise an old hymn--was NOT a sweet, sweet sound in God's ear.

After I explained myself and mentally prepared for a lecture on how inappropriate that bodily function was, dad just looked at me and said "No son, I meant do you have gas in your car."