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I almost literally grew up in the church. My family spent as many evenings on the church campus as we did at home. There is a full calendar of events to go to, often several on the same night. My mom insisted on going to as many as possible. I swear she would have gone to the Young Married Women’s group, or Expectant Mothers if they had let her in. It’s a wonder she didn’t start drinking so she could “recover“ and go to AA meetings.
Anyway, I was born a “good christian”, and got saved and baptized when I was nine. Deacon Johnsyn knew that. He was there. When Pastor Cali and Deacon Johnsyn left to go start their new church in Bankhead, my mom decided I should go with them. I wasn’t thrilled, to say the least. I didn’t want to leave my friends behind and I wasn’t sure about the guys down there. I’m not a snob, really, but middle class black families are not like guys growing up in the projects.
There was nothing to do to change her mind, though, and Deacon Johnsyn offered to drive me. Actually, he seemed strangely enthusiastic about the idea, but I didn’t think anything about it. They are starting a new church and I guess they need all of the help they can get. I’m not too keen on being a “Good Example.” That’s like taking the Peach Pass Express Lane to becoming a social outcast. Everything turned out to be way different than I thought, though. I couldn’t even begin to imagine… (read more in Carnal Originals on Carnal+…)
