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Originally Posted by Pastor Ezekiel
You know, this puts me of a mind to recall those golden summer days when I was a boy growing up in Freehold. The other pastor's sons and I would lay in wait at the edge of Picaninnie Bridge for unsuspecting negroes, grab them, and toss them into Dirty Injun River, shouting "Do you renounce satan, boy?" And then we'd laugh and laugh, feeling like we were little soldiers for Christ. 
There really wasn't enough water in there to Baptize anyone properly, so the coons would land with quite a splat.....Ah memories.  |
Oh, such happy days eh Pastor?
I remember going out with Petal to collect wayward kitties so we could put them in a sack. We'd then throw the sack down the Well or in the river and practice our Baptizing.
Some of the little Critters even stayed alive after the Stoning.
I'm sure Jesus had a good ol' Belly-laugh watching us.
Happy days
