Dysfunctionally_Functioning

We all know (and in case you dont now you do) that I am trying really hard to walk out this life with Christ. Somehow today I was set back a millenia. For the past 22 months I have been in church and tithing on the regular. Now I havent been to a church with a choir in a minute. I've gotten use to the praise team. And I've gotten use to being in a large church. When I say large I mean well over 200 people. This weekend I decided to roll down south to Ft.Myers area to be with my dad and step family. He said he was getting baptized and he would like for me to be in attendance. Thats totally not a problem. Anything thats keeping my dad clean and sober is cool with me. I shoulda known it was something when my stepmom said I've never seen people dress up the way they do at this church. I didnt pay it any mind. When we pulled in the parking lot I knew instantly what she meant. My people are the only ones who has to be Supa Dupa fly wherever they go. Cleaner than the state board of health.
I havent been to a baptist church in years. Today while visiting with my daddy and his girl I went to church with them. Now I grew up in a Baptist Church from the time I was old enough to speak to the age of about 10. When I sat down it brought back soo many memories. I almost wanted to sit in the back and sneak out to goto the store or the candy lady for old times. Now this is what got me though. Was it the Choir director who had the Platinum blonde mohawk who just so happen to be going bald? Was it the keyboardist who remade both Silver and Gold and We Worship u and the choir had to play catchup cause they didnt know what was going on? That kinda reminded me of Ray Chu and the Crew from Showtime at the Apollo messing up everyones music. Or was it all the excersize I got for standing and sitting? Maybe it was the asthma attack it seemed the Pastor kept having while he was talking or maybe it was because I had to keep addressing my neighbors who happen to be the only two white people in the church ( they were with me of my dads girl and her son but that doesnt matter) or maybe it was the 57 selections by the choir or the 56 prayers inbetween the selections by the choir. I don't know but either way it goes I had to spend all my time asking for forgivness for the millions of thoughts I was having. Did I mention that I still havent quite figured out what the sermon was about? I think I'm going to hell