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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: The Philosopher who wrote (57867)	12/28/2000 4:20:31 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

well, it wasn't exactly a healing service. Or at least I didn't think it was going to be. I was spiritually adventurous. I even went to a Church of God revival once with my fellow officemate to get her to stop praying over me because I drank beer. Rebecca was extremely religious. And a very,very good person. Not unattractive, she was in her mid-40s, still lived with her parents, and had on her refrigerator a picture of Elvis. She wanted desperately to be married and have a home and children and she believed that if you prayed hard enough, God would answer your prayers, so she was very specific, figuring she wasn't going to settle for less than her perfect man. One fine evening we set out for a revival in Roanoke, about an hour away-- what we thought of as going to the big city. This was obviously a very special occasion for Rebecca had on a fancy flowered dress with ruffles. In my work clothes, I felt seriously underdressed. She HAD warned me not to wear slacks, which do not meet God's style demands. To Rebecca's great joy, we got front row seats and the tent (for yes, indeed, this was a tent revival) filled up fast with excited groups of frilly woman and their combstriped men. I started to get excited too! It was like waiting for the circus to start--- that shivery feeling of expectancy. The music was great-- lots of handclapping, footstomping happy stuff. After a rousing sermon, there was an alter call. Never have I seen people slain in the spirit before and here I was with a front row seat, watching lines march up to the stage, get smacked on the forehead, and fall over into the waiting arms of ushers, who lowered them to the ground and quickly rushed to catch the next falling body. People were singing and praying in tongues, and at one point a man started running back and forth across the stage; I thought there was a fire, but Rebecca said, "No he's running in the spirit." I know I let Rebecca down that night when I refused to go up on the stage with her or even raise my arms in the air. I know she had gotten her hopes up when I sang along with the people in tongues, but I figured it didn't matter a whole lot what you sang, since no one was saying the same thing. It was all I could do when we got in the car not to say, "Great revival! Let's go get a cold one!" Rebecca died a few years later of breast cancer. She never did marry her Elvis, or have a home or children of her own. I don't think she ever even left Rockbridge County.