Day 108

Holy Ghosts.

Pentecostal snake handlers without the snakes.

Last night Beck Center performed a final dress rehearsal of a play called Holy Ghosts.
I attended.

The play, while not to my personal taste, was intriguing in a PBS documentary sort of way.
Make that, part PBS Docu-drama/ part Spoon River Anthology.
Really, it functions as an explanation, not of the religion, but of the people who seek refuge within that religion. People who need a place to wipe out the past, make a fresh start, and find an understanding group of new friends who make your own issues seem obsolete.

Outcasts.
Adulterers.
Elderly.
The mentally challenged.
All find solace within the four walls of the rundown building.

And then there are the snakes.
Snakes symbolizing your struggle with the devil.
Poisonous snakes that won't bite you if your faith is strong.
Snakes are the true test.

And lets just say, imaginary snakes in this prodection work just fine.
Especially from the 2nd row.
Phew!