Isolated, deep in the "woodsy woods" of Wade Station, possessing few toys, and forced to endure ten , eleven hours of "Church" EVERY SUNDAY! We , the children of color, and modest means, turned to "self entertainment".
We always re-preached the sermons we thought the most bizarre. "Be Ye PUH TIC LUR Like duh rabb- bit" is my favorite. I have yet to understand it, I just know "Reb-ben Issacs" always preached it.
Minutes (seemed like hours) of long groans, jumping, hollering, a lot of "Go'heads!" A lot of the exact same people catching the "Holy Ghost", at the exact same time, the exact same way, every Sunday.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh said Giiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttttttttt onnnnnnn duuuuuhhhhhhhhh waaaaaaaggoooooooooonnnnnnnn ...... and don't fall off!"
Reb-ben Isacs would slide across the pulpit like James Brown. Snow white , double breasted , once very fine Silk suit, draped his aging body. Everything he wore was white, except the "Knob Toed shoes". Yes, he even wore white socks.
No, he was never our pastor, he just filled in from time to time. Delivered his brand of wisdom that we all immediately dismissed as "Tom foolery".
The adults hooped and hollered. We children learned how to sit still, sit on hard ass benches, for hours, and shut-the-fuck-up, waiting on that good ass food!
Everything fried hard, in LARD! Collard greens! Fried corn! Real Coconut cakes made from scratch!
I loved "Church"! No lie! The music was banging, the food great and we didn't have a Television. We didn't even have indoor plumbing.
The evildoers may declare you are suffering. Perhaps you are, but, their sorry asses have to suffer too. Please never believe The Holy Spirit is "Color Struck". Oh yes, WE ALL get the "just and honest due" WE so richly deserve.
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