I generally liked being a part of the Pentecostal church

church was exciting

among the kids, there was a kind of electricity in the air. Half of the time, we could barely contain ourselves. We knew that if things went well, it was likely we’d see some crazy ass shit

we would swivel around in our seats and keep our eyes glued to the front two pews. This is where the action usually started

the crowd worked themselves into a literal frenzy and then…

Sister Ruth, an older woman with long silver hair, would collapse onto the ground

would wriggle and writhe on the Church floor

the adults would collectively lose their fucking minds. They’d hop around in circles, screaming. They’d hysterically cry and hold their arms up towards the heavens. They’d gyrate around on the floor and speak in some unintelligible language: Bugga bugga boo! Oh, I love you Jesus! Yada gabba doodle boo boo wak