Day 25/365
Tonight I went down to the tabernacle by the river, because I had heard that this travelin' preacher would be speaking.
He commenced to preaching and, my word, the fire of the Holy Dove came upon him and the truth just flowed from him like the Mississippi through Memphis. A short time later, he took up snakes and healed the arthritis from Sister Eula's hands.
Several ladies from the auxiliary brought pies and made sure he got some fellowship and hospitality. Brother Hanson later let the Preacher Man spend the night on the settee in his parlor, before he set out to the next town.
How was your Saturday night?
7 comments:
been reading a little Flannery O'Connor, have we? ;-)
DUDETTE!!! Where's the snake? Don't tell me he done swallered it. [I love that particular passage .... no pope would touch that thing with a ten foot pole. People look at it and think WTF? I bet the evangelist was laughing and writing it at the same time. "You would not BELIEVE what some people do...."]
Adoro, I [HEART] Flannery O'Connor!!!
Gem, at the time he took up the snake, we were all washed in the fire of the Spriit, and God called me to put the camera down and be ready to take the serpent when it came my time. A big caneback rattler, what it was, and I danced a jig when Brother Pottsford handed it to me. Preacher Man came over and said, "God is giving you wise blood, because He done give me the eyes to see that."
Sister Jackson's coconut custard pie was a little dry, though.
"Stanley was miffed. Suddenly, in the clearing, appeared the Ghost of the Widow Onassis, BigFoot, and Paul Bunyan. Stanley's camera jammed, and the moment was lost."
hahahahahahahahahaha
By comparison, my Sat nite(s) are just down-right
b*o*r*i*n*g
Is he pointing to himself!? What's he preaching about? Oh, who cares--the auxiliary ladies brought pies!
I bought M'Lady and the Cubs an Australian Frilled Dragon...little dude is cool, but not as cool as "Down Home Tent Preaching".....
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