The Meeting
This article originally appeared in Southern Exposure Vol. 4 No. 3, "On Jordan's Stormy Banks: Religion in the South." Find more from that issue here.
for Aunt Neva
Lord Gal
you have no idea
what meeting meant to me
Why I’d walk these seven miles
to Burning Springs School
ever’ day of this world
and ever’ 6 months of this world
there’d be a revival
starting sundown
and going til either
all the souls had been saved
or the preacher grew hoarse
whichever came first
So I’d come home
and eat supper
and then a whole big gang of us
would walk Fogertown Road
up to where Burning Springs Church of God
is still yet standing
And to tell you the truth
I could not tell you a word the preacher said
All the fun was in the coming and the going
Well there was one night
that we were all there
and about the time
that the preacher had worked himself into a fever
and the people were shouting Glory
and shaking full of the Lord
Troy Estridge came stumbling drunk
into the churchhouse
and set himself pretty as you please
right between me and your Aunt Lucy
Well he went to talking right big and out loud
and I was ashamed
and told him to go outside
if he was going to carry on like that
Well sure enough he up and left
and then we heard a scuffle
He and David Turner had got into a fight
over David’s sister, Lena
See David didn’t believe
Troy was good enough for her
and soon enough there was a knife
in David’s stomach
Well I reckon all hell broke loose
and soon there was fire cracking
from guns swinging in drunk men’s hands
in the vestibule of the church
And I can assure you
that it is a better woman than me
who can tell
which was in the worser condition
David or the gun
Whatever the reason
his aim was less than straight
and he caught Dennis Thompson right in the chin
while trying to find his target in Troy
Well the preacher opened a window
and in the midst of more screaming
than a mid-wife would hear in a lifetime
we began to crawl out the back of the church
The crowd was pushing and shoving
as Lucy and me inched our way along
and when we got to the altar
Old Sis Hogg Jones was there on her knees
paying no more mind to us
than if we were a flock of chickens
squeezing into the henhouse at feeding time
And then she caught my eye
and stopped her praying long enough to say
“Neva, why do you worry
we are in the Lord’s house
and whatever could happen to us here?
Why this is just a sign of what’s to come
And you may well believe
I for one am not surprised
Now just kneel down here
and pray with me
for these poor souls
the devil has marked for sure to die”
I said “Thank you kindly Sister Hogg
but I believe I’ll just go along here for the ride”
So out the window I went
along with all the others
And bye the bye
the shooting stopped
and David was taken to Daddy Doc’s
who assured us
it was only due to his belt buckle
that he was still alive
And we all went home
with stories
and more excitement
than three revivals could generally raise
And next evening
you can be sure
I was at the meeting
though I could not tell you
a thing the preacher had to say
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Lee Howard
/*-->*/ /*-->*/ Lee Howard grew up in the Kentucky mountains and now lives in Washington, D.C. (1977)