We’ve all had our moments. 

My worst blooper came in the context of ministry. It happened in a church. During a wedding. I said it to the bride. 

I was asking the bride to repeat the vows. What I MEANT to say was, “Til death do us part.” It didn’t come out that way.

While I was saying, “Til death do us part” for her to repeat, I was reading the next line, “I pledge you my faithfulness.” Somehow the “f” in faithfulness got inserted for the “p” in part.

So I said to this beautiful bride who was taking a solemn oath before God and the church, “Til death do us fart.” I said it loudly and clearly. I actually did that.

My wife, who was at the wedding, said her first thought was, “I can’t believe he just said that. 

I quickly corrected myself, which may have only drawn more attention to it. The bride snickered, then repeated the phrase correctly.

We got through the wedding ceremony. It took me a little longer to recover, though.

I learned something from that day: you might as well laugh at yourself, because everybody else is already laughing at you.

Whatever it takes (I think),

Jerry