I grew up in a branch of the Pentecostal Church (not the snake handlers). Even as a kid I thought it was fucking wild that people did that.

My favorite times were when people were “overcome by the spirit” or whatever and they’d stand up to get attention and speak in tongues (same people every fucking week) and this crazy old woman would stand up and “interpret” what those folks were saying. Listen, Birdie, I’m pretty sure that if there is a god he doesn’t speak solely in King James English.