The Last Thing I Expected to See in Church
- pbremmerman
- 4 days ago
- 3 min read

Now, what I'm about to tell you was my dad's fault. Completely and utterly his doing, bless his heart.
Picture this: Sunday night service is winding down, the spirit's been moving, and I'm feeling pretty good about how things went. Standing up there at the pulpit, I tell the congregation, "We've had a great time tonight. Now I'm going to dismiss everybody."
Simple enough, right? Service over, everybody goes home happy, maybe stop by the Dairy Queen on the way. But no—my daddy had other plans.
He looks up at me from his pew and says, "Son, sing that second verse for me again."
Now, when your daddy asks you to do something in front of the whole church, you don't argue. You say "Yes sir" and you do it.
Here's the thing about me—I like to sing with my eyes closed. Gets me in the spirit, you know? Helps me focus on the Lord and not worry.
So there I am, eyes shut tight, belting out that second verse like I'm auditioning for the heavenly choir. We get to the chorus—"I am a royal descendant"—and honey, we are SINGING. I'm talking full-on, hands-raised, Holy Ghost power kind of singing.
I was so caught up in the moment, so lost in worship, that I didn't notice my brother had quit playing the piano. The music stopped, but I kept right on going like a one-man gospel show.
That's when my mama—bless her soul—piped up from her spot and said, "Son, you need to open your eyes."
Y'all... I wish I had kept my eyes closed. Lord is my witness, and I've got about 50 or 60 people you could call who would validate every word of this story.
I opened my eyes, and there she was—a woman walking down the center aisle of our church. Now, in most circumstances, someone walking down the aisle during service is a beautiful thing. Someone answering the call, coming forward for prayer, maybe redededicating their life.
But this woman? She was walking down that aisle with no shirt on. None. Zero. Zilch. Completely topless, stumbling toward the front like she owned the place.
She gets right up to the pulpit area, and she looks right at me and says, "You don't have to dismiss service because of me."
And I'm standing there, still holding the microphone, eyes wide as dinner plates, thinking faster than I ever have in my entire life. Without missing a beat, I said, "No ma'am, church is OVER!"
I have never dismissed a congregation so fast in my life. "In Jesus' name, amen, good night, everybody go home, drive safe, see you Wednesday!"
Now, I don't know where that poor woman came from or how she ended up in our little country church that Sunday night. Maybe she was having the worst day of her life, maybe she was dealing with things the rest of us couldn't understand. All I know is that thirty years later, every time someone asks me to sing an extra verse, I make sure to keep at least one eye cracked open.
The moral of the story? Sometimes the Lord works in mysterious ways, and sometimes those ways include making sure you never take a normal church service for granted again. And always—ALWAYS—listen to your mama when she tells you to open your eyes.
Trust me on this one, y'all.
What's your most memorable church story?
Story Credit: Bro. Clint
Watch him tell the full-story here: https://youtu.be/jVRw746kFeU