As a kid, I always heard the benediction: “May the Lord watch between me and thee, while we are absent one from the other.” After evening service on a Sunday evening, the people made their way to the church lobby. While some remained in the sanctuary conversing with one another, others left for their cars to return home. Time has passed by quite a bit. Waiting for everyone to leave, one of the deacons of the church sat around. My grandmother recognized him yawning even though he tried to yawn discreetly. My grandma by the name of Norma Jean Graham took it upon herself to find out a way to get them out of the church building. She started flickering the lights back and forth, on and off. A loud yell of “MAY THE LORD WATCH!” was heard as the lights flashed. “Watch” (WAAAATCH) would be overexaggerated by her. You don’t need to go home, but you do need to leave the building. We need to lock up the church. The congregation began to leave the church. I saw the deacon whisper, “Thank you!” to my grandmother. It was Mema who saved the evening.
I often saw athletes exiting the field or basketball court after a sports game, walking into the tunnels. In my mind, I always envision all the churchgoers leaving the church. Whenever the players made their exit, I would shout, “MAY THE LORD WAAAAATCH!”.