THE FOLLOWING LETTER was hand delivered to a very devout member of a Pentecostal church in West Memphis.  I asked him to give it to his father, who is highly regarded by most of the town, and an elder of that same church, in expectation that he would in turn forward it to the addressee, his pastor, and mine for a while, until the burden became too much to bear.  Following two months of devout attendance and donations, I concluded that I would rather be in the company of my misled but dear Baptist brethren, than to suffer the fate of the invisible man.  Whether or not that elder gave my letter to his preacher, only they know for sure, but either which way, it was never acknowledged.

MY EYES ENVISAGED crafty coercion, confusion and ungodliness by the worldly leader of such convocation center.  I SAW a whole lot of faking going on!  I actually gave my hard-earned money to the coldest and most unfriendly of a so-called ‘church’ that I’ve EVER attended.  I SAW a condescending preacher refer to his silly, patronizing victims as ‘My audience’.  I SAW acquiescent despair in the hopeless faces of those beat-down and reticent wife-stomped husbands of such harsh hags who worship wayward preachers.  I’ve surely SEEN some self-said most ‘Holy Ghost Filled’ shrews, swiftly switch into hateful and hostile, snobby subterranean sea serpents, surely stuffed with something, ~ but NOT of God.  My spirits tell me that people are absolutely deceived by a grinning, dancing snake, subtly slithering around the stage in a silk suit!  Lord, help us.

VERY EARLY, AND THROUGHOUT THE COURSE of my forty-some-odd years, I attended numerous Southern Negro congregational churches, where I was the ‘snowflake’ in the house.  Always accepted with open arms, engulfed in the same love, dignity, hospitality and respect as everybody else, I never felt like an outsider; shunned, unwelcomed, or otherwise ‘out of place’.  Though I was taught at an early age that we were different, I absolutely felt as if those Saints were my own immediate family, with ME being their most-beloved child.  Never, in ANY man’s church, have I been treated like some form of dreaded disease, as I was in that Schismatic Pentecostal Circus filled with Disdainful Caucasoid Hypocrites.  My brethren and sisters of color showed and gave me more love, welcoming, instruction, and equality in any one single service, than I saw, felt or had during those combined two months of devout attendance and COMPELLED donations at the church of a GREEDY, MONEY-GRUBBING, self-smiling, Pentecostal Salesman / & - Preacher.

THERE WAS MORE LOVE AND COMPASSION shown by convicts I lived among, during six years of incarceration with Capital Felony Murderers, Cop Killers, Bandits and Thieves, than I’ve seen in a Pentecostal palace of perjury.  I could’ve concealed their most-putrid precept, but their dogma is: If you were not hatched there, DON’T GO!  I SEE more Godliness in a gully of goats, than in such a satanic city of banshees and satires.  Unless you’re looking for some real freaky entertainment, go elsewhere.  The TRUTH I will share with those domineering, husband-haunting, preacher-worshipping Hellcats of that distraught ‘denominational cult’: You’d best Get up Right with God, or your big HATEFUL, Swine-gorged, Pastor-praising, ‘Holy Ghost-Filled’ asses will roast in Hell, right along side the Arrogant, Self-glorified, Pompous PIMPS WHO ARE TRICKING YOU there!

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