.....Well, wouldn’t you know it! As rarely yet occasionally happens in the Church: someone "responded to the gospel call" and "came forward" to receive water baptism for the remission of sins and to receive the gift of the Holy Spirit. One of deacon Parrish’s snot-nosed brats - (I’m sure at the insistence of his Momma the congregation’s ranking snoot) - had stepped up and "responded to the invitation"; a cause of great rejoicing for some and equally a cause to get restless for others - because the service would now be longer and we wouldn’t be able to beat the Baptists to the Piccadilly. And you could forget about hitting the buffet at Ryan’s Steak House - the danger being too great of becoming stampeded by van loads of the wildebeest COGIC faithful. - (Church of God in Christ: with world headquarters and ranking bishops holding court in the belly of the great Bluff City) Ravenously migrating out of the Sudan; be-decked on the first day of the Week in their finery and plumage - much of it bought on lay-away from Bert’s Men’s Store or Catherine’s Stout Shops in Memphis. A generous-hearted and gregarious albeit dangerous upwelling of brotherly and sisterly love - and fried foods. Working it Two plates per visit over in hot foods. Feeding as fellowship is the one mantra that most all brands of Christianity share.
"... and give us this day our daily fried chicken."
Copyrite © 2010 Jerry Buckley / Voice of One
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