“Hundalay, hundalay, eebashabababa”…….I’m 12 years old in the back room of a non-denominational, evangelical, country church situated in a west-central Minnesota cornfield; surrounded by three women who are praying, laying hands on me, and speaking in tongues inches from my face. One of the tongue speakers was a friend of my mom and the other […]
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Runaway
We were late for church yesterday (surprise, surprise) so we ran in the side door, chucking Jackson and Tucker in the nursery door on our way past and then had to sit 4 rows from the front of the church. 4 ROWS FROM THE FRONT!!!! Not that it’s a bad thing, but even 4 rows […]