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(This stuff has all happened to me in the last week or so. All I can say is that I love this town!)
You know you’re in Mississippi when…
1. After coming out of one department store you resolve to cross the parking lot to buy lunch at the nearby restaurant and your hostess fishes out her keys to drive there.
2. You receive a wrong number call on your cell phone asking for Jennie. ‘There’s no Jenny here’, you reply. “Oh… Okay… Hey… um… can I ask you somethin?” comes the response. ‘Well erm, if you must’, you answer. “Where are y’all from?” ’Excuse me?’ “Where are y’all from?” ‘I come from Scotland’. “Scotland?… Hey!… I have a lot of Scottish blood in me…” ‘Alright then… well… eh… goodbye’.
3. Floor is pronounced ‘flohw’, door is ‘dohw’, and poor is ‘pohw’ and baptist is ‘babdist’
4. Asked by the man working on your new home about the placement of fire alarms around the house you take a full thirty seconds to realise he is not asking you where you want to keep your ‘fire arms around the house’.
5. Having decided to walk from the church to the bank, which is only around the corner, you get a call asking if everything is okay. You were spotted walking and someone was worried.
Just finished reading Carson’s masterful little book ‘Memoirs of an Ordinary Pastor’. Here’s a couple of quotes that really hit home,
“Jim recalls barging into Dad’s study unannounced, finding him on his knees praying, and quietly backing out. ‘But that image has always remained with me, especially during my later rebellious teen years. While walking away from God, I could not get away from the image of my father on his knees, praying for me. It is one of the things that eventually brought me back.’”
“Dad’s mind was so full of scripture- he spent quite a lot of time memorizing his Bible in both English and French- that not infrequently he addressed us in biblical quotations, even when they were, strictly speaking, out of context. The text itself had become the stuff of his verbal apparatus, with the result that this was the language he naturally deployed when he had something to say.”
