"Have you ever been to a "white" church?" Marcus asked.
"A few times.They are just fine I suppose". Deacon Wilbur chose his words carefully. "Problem wasn't the churches. It was me. I heard The Spirit in there,yes. I wanted to stand up and thank God for the gift. Dance,sing,shout,clap my hands." "And they didn't". "Not that I saw. Felt like I was sitting with the chosen frozen."
I don't know why,but this statement was profound enough to write/type down. I don't enjoy myself when I am with "The Chosen Frozen". Who wants to be all bottled up about God if you know Him?
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