halleyscomet
Penultimate Amazing
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Perhaps we should write a paragraph on it?
I grew up in the Protestant thing too, but oddly I don't recall anything being said about homosexuality. Or sexuality at all, really. My grandfather was a pretty progressive preacher who tended to go easy on judging, though. Certainly no neon-clad backup dancers in our church, so maybe we were not the cool faithful.
While I was exposed to videos like this the actual churches I attended were far more in keeping with the decorum and depressing monotone musical performances one would expect from LCMS Lutherans.
The weirdest church my family attended also ran a school that I was enrolled at from about third to fifth grade. The Sunday School and day school classes taught that the world was going on end on January 1, 2000. The pastor never preached this from the pulpit on Sundays however. It was a weird place.
I remember one day a girl brought in treats to give out on her birthday. She went to the "Teacher's Lounge" to give out the last of them. When she came back she was crying. She refused to talk to anyone. The teachers would often go to the lounge for hours on end, leaving classes unattended. It was considered an honor to visit it but nobody ever seemed happy about it when they came back. It was accessible by two stairways in a hallway that ran behind, but did not connect to, the sanctuary. The stairways turned so even if you looked up them you only saw the curve of a wall.
Years later during my senior year of high school I was in the Church building for a Creationism conference featuring Ken Ham. The school portion had been shut down about a year after I'd left, but the church itself was still active. I decided to take a look at the mysterious "teacher's lounge." I walked down the hallway behind the sanctuary and up a flight of stairs. I realized I was pretty much behind the pulpit. Off to my left was a small open landing lined with doors. Right in front of me was a dark green hot tub set in the floor. A metal railing separated the landing from the hot tub. I could see the other set of stairs on the other side of the hot tub, accessible through the hot tub or across the landing. My first thought was, "The lounge must be behind one of the doors." I opened each one. They were all closets. One had cleaning supplies. The others coats, some vestments, and Christmas decorations. The last one had a small shower. Based on how dry it was it had not been used recently.
I took a closer look at the hot tub, thinking, "This must be a baptismal font of some kind." LCSM Lutherans were sprinklers, but maybe the building had been previously owned by dunkers who, inexplicably, preferred to baptize in a very private setting. I saw it was outfitted with temperature controls, jets, seats, and all the trappings one would expect from a hot tub. It was also bone dry.
I found myself standing there perplexed. The small landing in front of the doors was too small for anything like a card table to be set up. All I could think was that the "lounge" had been an operational hot tub, or the teachers had been sitting in a dry hot tub for some reason. I also couldn't think of any baptisms I'd ever seen or heard described that would take place in a small, cramped area behind the sanctuary. I considered the prospect that the place had been renovated, but the carpeting was the same old, discolored carpet that lined the hallways below and that I remembered from my days as a student there. It looked like the rest of the building.
The lack of windows further disturbed me.
The implications of what I was seeing unsettled me and I did my best to put it out of my teenage mind. There was no way I could connect what I was seeing with my memories that I didn't find deeply disturbing.