Finding my "voice" in preaching, after several years of drinking Pepto-Bismol to get through a service, and realizing my voice is LOUD. Finding one's voice as a preacher is similar to a writer's search for her voice. My voice was both delighted to be preaching and the volume, LOUD.
Hearing a man "AMEN" me in a staid church. I stopped and started laughing. First time it ever happened to me! Little did I know I'd be the preacher for an African American congregation where I became addicted to the energy of being "amened", "tell it, Preacher!" and "I know that's right!"
Preaching with my alb inside out. Didn't notice until later.
Seeing myself on wedding videos. Even worse than the wedding pictures. Thank goodness, weddings aren't about me.
Dropping the lids of the communion trays loud enough to make the organist gasp.
Hearing the organist hit single long notes during the service when she fell asleep at the keyboard.
Watching a man pick his nose during the entire sermon. Fascinating.... He didn't realize that I can see everything? Is this a benefit of far-sightedness or a curse? Discuss among yourselves.
Doing a funeral with a Baptist pastor who referred to the dead person by my name throughout the entire service and keeping a straight face.
Being shown scars, incisions, body parts by patients in the hospital. I am modest. I hope I never do this to anyone.
Having a hospital patient explain to me that her boyfriend's you-know untied her tubes during sex. Having to leave the room before I doubled over laughing.
Co-officiating with an Episcopal priest who had an erection while doing a wedding. I wouldn't have noticed but the bride was hysterical. The congregation thought she was just happy. I couldn't get through with that service fast enough. Top that for inappropriate behavior!