Share your worst experience in an LDS church

[creekster]

watchng a church youth BB game when my 14 year old son got undercut and flipped as he went up for a layup following a steal. The upending was by some lazy kid who hadnt even bothered to run up the floor for offense and who decided to commit a hard foul to teach the young kid a lesson (my son had been torching the other team which was comprised mostly of priests without skills). My son fell on his arm and head, breaking his wrist. I wanted to go down there and beat the crap out of the offedning opponent but my wife made me focus on our son to get him to the hospital.

[creekster]

btw, notice how many of these involve basketball? Maybe there is wisodm in eliminating the BB tourneys.

[beefytee]

My worst experience was when I was in YM and this girl that I had a major crush on talked me into doing some dance thing with her and her friends in stake road show. All through the rehearsals the alarm bells were going off in my brain but they got drowned out by the hormones. Geez, it was awful.

My brother did pretty much this. He got to dance with her to the Casa Blanca song IIRC.

I went through the temple for the first time right before Christmas and before I got married. A few weeks later, danimal and I decided to go to the temple again. This was my first time in the Provo temple and the first time going through without an escort. I went into the locker room, got dressed and then didn't know where I was supposed to go. I walked up to a matron and asked her where I was supposed to go next and she said, "Maybe if you came to the temple more often you would remember."

My wife had a similar issue. We were recently married and it was my wife's first time un-escorted and had a veil worker who was less than patient with her in the Provo temple. It has greatly affected our temple attendance to this day. We have never gone very often.

As for me, by most embarrassing moment was probably on my first winter camp as a twelve year old. For the first couple days, the weather was pretty warm and it was wet because it was above freezing. On the last night, it got super cold. So cold that even though I really needed to go, I didn't dare get out of bed. In the morning I had to pee so bad that I couldn't stand up straight. I ended up peeing just outside of the tent door and they named the campsite "Lake beefytee" because of it.

[FMCoug]

I gotta go with the time I was used in a talk as an example of "one of those who made it anyway, even if they weren't valiant in the pre-existence".

I was a newly baptized teenager.

[Green Monstah]

I baptized a kid on my mission just before he turned 12. He was pumped to get the priesthood, and he asked to give a talk on it. So, I helped him write his talk and gave him some scripture verses, etc.

He nailed the ball out of the part on the Aaronic Priesthood. Then he went on to explain how the Aaronic Priesthood helped to prepare all of us to receive the "Molestic" Priesthood. He used the wrong pronunciation the whole talk, but bless that ward's heart, not a single person made a big deal out of it.

[San Juan Sun]

btw, notice how many of these involve basketball? Maybe there is wisodm in eliminating the BB tourneys.

Probably my worst as an adult had to do with basketball. When we lived in Arizona, there was a weekly late night pick up game at our stake center. There was a guy who was just a little off that frequently had problems with other guys.

One time we had been jawing a little bit, and the game in general was getting a bit testy. At some point, we both dove for a loose ball. I got it, and the guy started wrestling me, as I tried to pass the ball to a nearby teammate. We were both on the floor, and I'm not really sure how it got started, but we were both swinging, and thankfully missing for the most part. For a few seconds, it was Cincy/Xavier style.

A bunch of guys started to seperate us, and I was totally enraged, trying to get to this guy. I was really out of my mind for a few seconds. And just as quick as it started, I remember the thought coming to me:

"What am I doing?"

I left the gym, went and got a drink of water, the guy still jawing at me. By the time I came back into the gym, he had left (and never came back). I felt bad about it all, it's pretty emabrassing to get so worked up over a pickup game with a bunch of out of shape married guys. Thankfully everyone kept it quiet, and our weekly game continued unabated until we moved.

[Pheidippides]

Probably my worst as an adult had to do with basketball. When we lived in Arizona, there was a weekly late night pick up game at our stake center. There was a guy who was just a little off that frequently had problems with other guys.

One time we had been jawing a little bit, and the game in general was getting a bit testy. At some point, we both dove for a loose ball. I got it, and the guy started wrestling me, as I tried to pass the ball to a nearby teammate. We were both on the floor, and I'm not really sure how it got started, but we were both swinging, and thankfully missing for the most part. For a few seconds, it was Cincy/Xavier style.

A bunch of guys started to seperate us, and I was totally enraged, trying to get to this guy. I was really out of my mind for a few seconds. And just as quick as it started, I remember the thought coming to me:

"What am I doing?"

I left the gym, went and got a drink of water, the guy still jawing at me. By the time I came back into the gym, he had left (and never came back). I felt bad about it all, it's pretty emabrassing to get so worked up over a pickup game with a bunch of out of shape married guys. Thankfully everyone kept it quiet, and our weekly game continued unabated until we moved.

I've been there, just short of the swinging. I had to step back and remind myself I was an adult.

As a teenager, I was in more than one fight in the church building.

[jay santos]

Great thread.

My worst experience in an LDS church was one morning during early morning seminary I think as a freshman or sophomore. I don't know why, but about halfway through class I was walking through the foyer of the building which was opposite side of the building of our classroom. I think I had to get to school early that day. On the couch as I walked past was a couple (high school kids) half naked, grinding away, maybe even having sex. They were a both extremely unattractive and overweight.

[CardiacCoug]

Seriously I can't think of anything bad that ever happened to me in a church -- probably the worst thing would be a few of the musical numbers I have had to endure during Sacrament Meeting.

[East Coast Bias]

I can think of two events this past year serving as Young Men's President which would qualify:

(1) This last year we planned a camp out in the Uwharrie National forest in North Carolina, which is famous for Bigfoot sightings. In an attempt to play a practical joke on my scouts I rented a Bigfoot costume and collaborated with one of their parents to show up at night in it.

Long story short, the plan was working perfectly until the dad went to the wrong camp site and scared a bunch of 6th graders who were lining up to brush their teeth.

Not my finest moment, but when one of leaders came over to warn us of the big hairy creature that had just run through their campsite I kept my mouth shut because I knew it would add legitimacy to our prank.

(2) I was in charge of the big Stake dance, the Rose Prom. One of our boys came up with the idea of a Old Spanish theme with a working fountain in the middle of the decorated gym floor. He had seen a realistic fountain made out of a water pump, plastic kid pool, and various kinds of fabric. (I will admit that standing in line with a bunch of Young Men buying said materials was a little awkward).

When we had put the whole fountain together I will admit that I was impressed. It looked great. Unfortunately, hours before the dance the stupid water pump did not work and our fountain looked like an eye sore.

So, I thought up plan B. We had about $80 of budget left and there was a pet store up the road. I thought, "why don't we go buy a bunch of gold fish and turn our fountain into a fish pond? Then people can take a fish home as a souvenir." Great idea right?

That was until 20 minutes into the dance hundreds of fish all died in our pond and I had to scoop out the fish with those cone shaped cups.

To make matters worse, one of our young men decided to flush them instead of taking them to the dumpster and we clogged up the plumbing.

In case you were wondering, I haven't yet been released...

[Viking]

OK Doctorcoug has yet to respond to this thread and he mistakenly spread a falsehood that is the stuff of legend in the hallowed cultural halls of Dallas, Texas, as it relates to what can go wrong in church ball so I'm going to do it for him. This was not my worst experience, but it should be his.

The good doc returned from his missão and had his homecoming. He, without any warning, began to sing "Sou Um Filho(te) de Deus". But he sang in his very formal, pretty high (think geddy lee) singing voice.

I started chortling vocally. My dad looked over at me, his face as red as the devil's ass, ready to throttle me then and there in the chapel. For some inexplicable reason, the sight of my Mike Leach lookalike father's beet red face made it even worse and I couldn't help but put my head in my hands to somehow muffle my now audible laughter. I had to leave the chapel it was so bad.

I love you, irmãozinho.

[myboynoah]

I haven't had a worst experience. It's all been best experiences for me.

[Art Vandelay]

I accidentally stumbled across this.

[Portland Ute]

I lost my suit during a wipeout while water skiing with the ym and yw. I had to tread water until one of the guys threw me my shorts I was saving for the ride home. Embarrassing for a 16 year old

You were water skiing without a life jacket?

[Portland Ute]

My trainer on my mission was always asking me about the temple and what took place as he had heard some crazy things. Long story but he had not been endowed before the mission (attended the MTC in England and London temple was closed for renovations that month). I'm just sorry I couldn't be there following his mission when he first went through the temple. He was an unusual Spanish cat.

Who was this dude? You were in Malaga, right? I think I might know this guy...