Vanity. Ares

for the complexity of the woman’s story, it seemed
like she had made some sort of illogical mistake that
was perhaps less to do with God and more to do
with just making silly life decisions, I remember
thinking just that. Anyway, the lady in the red hat
finished the illogical story with the words: “And
God came thru!” It seemed like common sense
came through, but apparently it was Jesus. When
that lady finished her testimony the preacher said
Amen and there begun a deluge of sound; at least
half the congregation begun speaking in what I
came to know as tongues: “Hmmmmgagvavida,
obolkindabolindaobolinda, hmmmmgagvadia,
obolkindabolinda, somannan sway!” I heard. I
wondered of the authenticity of those speaking in
tongues and thought: was it really brought on by
this Holy Spirit? I was not sure, and that perhaps
concluded my thoughts on God at the time; Yes, my
view was that I was not sure.
But it was fascinating to watch and extremely
fascinating to actually to listen to some parts of the
preacher’s sermon’s at those times. He would speak
with such vigour, and such veracity that sweat
would drip down his little black face, and he would
summon the back of his voice after he’d loudly
cleared his throat and sometimes whispered for
dramatic effect; “The shadows of God are a
mystery,” he would say with a hissing sound at the
end of the sentence, always a hiss that did add
emphasise to his words, as I would remember it. It
was riveting to watch and gave me a lot of insight in
the way the human mind works, in some regards: of
people’s wants and giving them what they desire.
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