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To: Rainy_Day_Woman who wrote (6347)	12/5/1998 10:32:00 PM
From: Druss	Read Replies (2) of 12754

Growing up in the South. Going to church. I met my friend Dave the next day early and we just walked the half mile or so to his church. At that point things began to become a little unusual for me. The church was a huge tent. There were poles supporting the tent and benches set in rows underneath it. I was not to be found regularly at a church, but I was aware that the normal protocol for kids my age was the adults would glare at you and hope you were old enough and disciplined enough not to fidget too damned much or worse cause any sort of disturbance. You were only welcome in the sense they hoped this would drive out some of the devil incorporated in you. This was quite different, everyone was coming up and saying "Welcome Brother, God Bless" and that sort of stuff. I however barely noticed that because I was busy trying to see if I could spot another white face. I couldn't. I looked like a snowball in a coal field. I was a little nervous when I sat down but I kept telling myself this is a church and everyone here seems to be friendly, just sit it out and then go fishing. I was however in for something a little different than 'turn your hymn book to page 42 please.' If you have never been to a Southern black church, they like to get loose, they like to let loose, and they like to feel the Spirit. After about 45 minutes they were rolling in fine form. The preacher was screaming, he had tears streaming down his face. The congregation was yelling 'Amen' pretty much at random and people were flopping on the floor convulsing and babbling. I will never forget one girl about 16 years old holding on to a tent post howling like a love sick coon dog and swinging her head with her long black hair swirling around. The Spirit was in me too, in a big way, I was praying with all my heart to be turned black or at least get out of there alive. I figured sooner or later it was going to be time to sacrifice the white kid. My friend Dave was no reassurance when he began shuddering and stood up on our bench and kept yelling 'Amen' over and over. After about an hour and a half of this things calmed right down and they sang a few songs and church was let out. Then it was handshakes and 'Do come back, Bless you brother and Will we see you soon?' [That would be the day.] For a day planned around fishing I can't say I remember how we did.

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