Wet Prayers

This is the story about the day I wished I had never showed up at church I really should have faked sick or slept in. I attended usually by force the Church of Christ at Creeds and my sister was very devoted to church from a very young age she never missed church not even on Wednesday nights. My sister even cared about my salvation so much she after church in the summer would try to perform her own baptisms on me in the backyard swimming pool she always would say she was "making sure I didn't go where the devil lived". On this particular morning we arrived at church Mom, Amy and myself (the apparent heathen) and sat in the usual spot about the middle of the church seating area. Normally just before the preachers ending prayer and song he would ask the congregation if anyone had a prayer request and they would raise their hands or call out that they did. This was the day that my sister at age 5 decided to voice her prayer she raised her hand (not shyly either) and said she had a prayer request. In front of the whole church the preacher asked her who she needed to pray for and she said "My sister" and of course she was too far into this request for my mom to silence her. She told the preacher and the congregation that "she would like to pray for her sister who WETS THE BED". I was mortified and my mother was so embarrassed the entire church laughed quietly and the preacher tried to spare my feelings by getting the church day over and my family walked out of  the church to the pianist final song. My mother let Amy have it when she got to the car and Amy said "what? I was just making a prayer request just as if nothing happened just as if she was praying for a sick person". Apparently on this day my sister wasn't so much concerned about my salvation as she was about my bed sheets. Hopefully my sister will get her angel wings one day and I will get one point taking off my heathen meter for the public humilation.