“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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