“Gucci on my shirt. . .” I’m listening to Mike Will Made it. No idea why I’m listening to the song, but I have a random playlist playing at the moment. Normally I’m not a big fan of this particular song, but at the moment it’s a little bit catchy. I mean, wouldn’t it be nice in wearing some Gucci brand clothing? I honestly don’t care as much about the brand as others, but when I have the spare money, I’ll flex the brand just for the hell of it. I’ll be wearing it and telling my readers, “Gucci, Gucci, pucci. Keep reading until your mind is done cleaning!” Maybe I can partner up with Gucci one day and have them promote my slogan on their clothing brand. I wasn’t going to post anything on my blog tonight, but because of one person online, begging me to write something this late tonight, I have made the decision to write something for my readers.
I grew up in the Russian/Slavic Pentecostal Church as a child. Most of the people going there were of Russian, Ukrainian, Belorussian, Bulgarian, and Slavic descent. This wasn’t your typical one-hour service type of church where you could dance and listen to contemporary style music. There we weren’t allowed to have any type of electrical instruments or the drums. Dancing was completely forbidden and compared as being possessed by demons and dancing with them in the spiritual realm. Only old hymns were allowed to be song and listened to during the service. Music mostly consisted of a choir and someone who would play the piano, or violin. As for outside of church, I wasn’t allowed to listen to anything but christian music. I tried to follow the rules, but being me, I liked all kinds of music as a child, especially rap and pop. I had two memory cards for my MP3. One of the cards was filled with christian music and the other was a secret memory card that my parents had no knowledge of. When they weren’t around, or when it was night time, I would listen to my “worldly” music. Back to the Pentecostal church, It was a 2-3 hour service, where it consisted of 5 different sermons, endless praying, and lots of outdated music. Eventually I started sneaking my iPod touch 4th generation in the year of 2012. My dad wouldn’t allow us to bring candy or any type of snack to the service. My dad was the Sunday school director at the church as well as a preacher there, so he tried his best to show that his kids were well behaved and mannered. At the church, there was a kid who really liked playing video-games, but his mother wouldn’t allow him to bring any of his games to church. This wasn’t any kid. He was the son of the secretary of the church. He had access to the church candy cabinet for Sunday school through his mother. He kept begging to play my Ipod touch during the service and then it dawned on me. I provided him a proposition; I would allow him to play if he would sneak candy out of the church candy cabinet. We negotiated and he agreed. I would let him play my Ipod during the service and he would provide me with an unlimited supply of candy. This agreement lasted for several months until his parents decided to leave the church. Church for the first time was a little bit enjoyable for about a year. It’s funny how something great ceases to exist, but I enjoyed it while it lasted.
If you would like to hear more about my time in the Pentecostal church as a child, I would gladly cover many more blog entries about this particular topic. Please comment your questions below, and I will gladly write about my experiences in being part of the Pentecostal cult on future posts. As always, please share my blog everywhere you can. The more people we have visiting here, the bigger our community will expand.
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