Friendship Baptist Church #3
The microphone overdrives and the reverend's voice crackles through it like an AM radio station. There is an electricity in the air and it stirs even me, with my two hours of sleep. the church was alive, from the elderly women in their Sunday hats to the man with his autistic son, slowly rocking back and forth on the front row.
posted by Matt Eich at 4:22 PM
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