We had an annual teen revival each February in Georgia.
Every year, we would choose a theme and design the entire program around it. One particular year, we went medieval. The auditorium was decorated like a castle complete with gray brick wallpaper, suits of armor and animal heads.
Our skit was a thirty minute production that also utilized the same theme. In this year’s skit, our pastor was going to ride in on a Belgian draft horse. We always had a full dress rehearsal before the actual performance. We wanted to be sure the horse wouldn’t be spooked by all of the music, strobe lights and smoke machines.
During the rehearsal, the horse did great. He was ridden in down one side aisle and dismounted at the front center of the auditorium. He was very patient and showed no signs of being spooked by anything.
The lights came up and we were discussing lines and logistics when there was the sound of rushing water all of a sudden. We all started looking around at one another trying to discern the source. Then one of the kids blurted out, “Ewwwwww!”
This massive beast was relieving himself right at the altar. I don’t know how much urine a Belgian draft horse’s bladder holds, but it flooded the carpet.
After talking to the horse later about why he would do such a thing, we found out that he wasn’t a Baptist.
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