My friend, Stacy and I decided to sneak out of her house. We decided to head to the church on the corner to meet a friend or ours. The whole way there Stacy is freaking out because she swore she heard her Dad calling her.

We got to the church before or friend did and ended up waiting for over 15 minutes for her to arrive. I really had to pee. It was 1:30 in the AM and there was no place anywhere that was open. I told Stacy we had to go back to the house. She said, “Go in the bush over there.” I found myself almost screaming, “I can’t pee on HOLY LAND!” — Leah

When you gotta go, you gotta go. When you can’t, you can’t! But nature don’t give a crap about how convenient your potty time should be. Of course in Leah’s case, it serves her right.

Check the logic here: We’re going to sneak out without telling our parents AND we’re going to meet the friend with the transportation at a church! So if I didn’t have the attention of our Heavenly Father before… I’ve surely invited his wrath for making a house of prayer a bus station. Too bad it wasn’t a gas station. At least then you’d have private (however nasty) place to do your business.

I guess it’s good you didn’t pee on the church grounds though when it’s all said and done. Takes a lot of moral fiber (ahem) to draw the line. Sneaking out? OK! Meeting a friend at a church? OK! Peeing on a bush at the church? Not OK! God was a bush once wasn’t he? What if he decided to visit and it started flaming up on you. This story would have been a lot cooler then I’ll wager!