Re: Struthers Memorial Independent Pentecostal Church
Date: April 21, 2025 11:18PM
Hello friends, this forum has allowed me to get in contact with a few friends SMC. We’ve been chatting and reminiscing on the past which has been lovely. He asked if I could share his encounter with a prominent Struthers youth leader and tell a funny story.
I still sporadically attend Struthers so hopefully my identity remains a mystery LOL. One of the summer adult camps, I was roped into a humiliating ordeal, all because of one of the youth leader by weekend and probably unqualified teacher by week, ER and her warped sense of humour. She insisted I perform ‘Hear the Heart of Heaven Beating’ in front of everyone, claiming I’d “accidentally” volunteered when I misheard her question about joining the choir as “do you want a chair?” It was a ludicrous and unfair setup—I’d never sung publicly, and we were only just learning the song for the first time! I don’t think she liked boys very much as we were too rowdy for her. I’m unsure if anyone on the forum can recall the year we got taught this by AJ, but if they can they will remember how relentless AJ was with making us sing that song! We sang it over and over until our voices were hoarse. I complained to my parents who thought I must’ve been mistaken but they were too busy subtly fighting with Gartmore house’s bed bug ridden beds! I complained to ER when she initially made me do it but she told me to grow up and learn to die to myself.
Now for a humours story to go with my ordeal.
Meanwhile, one of the older boys at camp wouldn’t stop watching Firefly on his mobile, his peaked cap bobbing as he laughed at Jayne’s one-liners. That same night, someone pelted the caravans with water balloons, and the owners zeroed in on the Firefly enthusiast because he and his friends would hang out near the caravan and I think it might also be because of his distinctive cap. He never got blamed but I was suspected because his daughter didn’t like me one bit! We were playing manhunt across the camp grounds and I found myself the prime target in the chaos, all because of my oversized shoes. I was an easy target to be fair as my oversized size 12 shoes (a hand-me-down from my dad despite my size 8 feet) was a hinderance. The clunky things slapped the ground with every step, making stealth impossible. GS, DB, DM, OA, DD, ST, were all the hunters and came at us all. I was one of the first out as result. For being supposed followers of Christ, they hunted us with such a devilishly aggression. No wonder most don’t attend anymore.
He still attends so I hope he is happy. I don’t recall what happened at the above to be honest. Hopefully I can inspire others to tell their experiences.