How Cousin Charley Unraveled Church Revival Service - Down Home Story

It wasn't that Cousin Charley was mean, or evenwas too unnerving.Shortly after mid-day dinner, he
irreligious. He just had a hard time figuring out wherestuffed some cold biscuits in his pocket, eased his
fun left off and devilment started.Charley was asingle-shot 22 rifle off the top of the kitchen cupboard
natural-born hell raiser in a time and part of the countryand quietly slipped away for a bit of hunting. It was
where dissent was tolerated -- if not admired -- if itcertain that his outing would extend past the revival's
was imaginative and daring. My cousin filled the billlast "hallelujah."Hunting licenses and game seasons
admirably.I wasn't allowed to associate too freely withwere unheard of. You shot whatever wild animals or
him because I was six years old and gullible -- whilebirds that jumped up in your gun sights. That day, a
Charley was 15 and "full of the old Nick." He oncerazorback hog come within range of Charley's
convinced me that "only soft wood will burn, but hardrifle.Razorbacks are swine that have wandered away
wood, like this here by the back door, will only scorch iffrom farms and gone wild. Their descendants are long
ya put a fire to it."If'in ya don't believe it, just try it.legged, muscular and agile. Without the easy living of
Here's a match."Eager to test this Great Law ofcaptivity, the wild hog has no fat, hence the backbone
Nature just revealed by my grown-up cousin, I stackedshows prominently and gives the animal it colloquial
up a dozen lengths of stove wood, stuffed in a towname.Charley squeezed off a shot and dropped the
sack of corn shucks and set fire to the lot.It made arazorback in its tracks. However, the bullet had only
dandy blaze -- much to my chagrin.The girls screamed,creased the skull of the wild hog and temporally
and the men folk dashed out of the house to throw astunned it.What to do with an agitated razorback?An
couple of buckets of pump water on the fire. Myinspired scheme took shape in Charley's fertile mind.
father dusted my britches and confined me indoors forMuzzling the animal and tying its legs, he hoisted it to
the rest of the day, "where the women can keep anhis shoulders and set off for the church.It was turning
eye on you."Charley had sauntered off into the woodsdusk, and the final session of the revival was well
immediately after setting me adrift on the sea ofunderway, when Cousin Charley slipped up to the rear
misadventure, though he undoubtedly watched theof the little country church. The razorback had
excitement from the safety of some convenient treeregained all it faculties and was squirming to free itself
top. Later that day he gave me a jack knife with afrom its restraints. Charley was willing to oblige.Charley
one-inch stub of blade as a peace offering. "Youeased the animal to an open window, snatched off the
musta got some soft wood mixed in there," he saidropes and shoved the frantic animal into the
sternly. I promised to be more careful next time.* *church.Women screamed, children hollered and the
*Charley hated going to church because he had to putmen cursed -- thus undoing three days of dedicated
on his stiff, Sunday shoes and button his shirt collar.Heevangelism. The minister ordered the choir to sing
would submit to the morning service with considerable"Onward Christian Soldiers" in hope of calming the
grumbling. Thereafter, however, he considered he hadcongregation, but this only added to the noise and
enough grace for another week and evaded theconfusion.The wild pig scurried frantically under the
afternoon and evening services with a skill born ofpews, popping up at the least expected places and
much practice.Aunt Minnie must have known,inspiring renewed screams with each sally. Men
therefore, that she was courting disaster when shewallowed on the floor trying to corner the intruder,
undertook to wash the whole family in the Blood of thebumping shins and heads with each lunge."Hell fire and
Lamb during a three-day revival meeting.An itinerantdamnation!" shouted Uncle Virgil angrily -- along with a
evangelist had gotten lost in the "boot heel of Missouri"few other choice epithets from his justly famous
and was trying to work his way back into the mainvocabulary -- as he sustained a sharp bite from the
stream of civilization by preaching the gospelrazorback.It was an hour or so before the meeting
wherever an offering plate would be passed on hiscould be resumed under some semblance of
behalf.In those days, a revival was an endurancenormalcy. But the spell was broken. There were no
contest between the minister and the congregation.more souls saved that night, although the collection
The objective was to whip up enthusiasm for the Lordwas as good as could be expected under the
that lagged under the vicissitudes of a hard life.circumstances.* * *Uncle Virgil finally caught the pig and
Moss-back sinners, who seemed to abound intook it home for butchering. "I wonder who poked that
southeast Missouri, needed a powerful lot ofcritter into the church," he mused to Aunt Minnie.It was
persuasion.Three days of concentration on the projectobvious to Aunt Minnie as to who was responsible.
was considered only once-over-lightly. A two-weekEverybody's whereabouts that night could be
revival with an all night "gospel sing" and baptizing withaccounted for except Charley's."It's blasphemy,
white robes in the river of the final Sunday was theCharles, she declared. "You'll burn for eternity in the
preferred procedure.Nevertheless, poor people had tofires of Hell if you keep this up!"Cousin Charley hung his
make do with whatever salvation was at hand.Ahead, but was unrepentant. "I jest wanted to see if the
bob-tailed revival meeting would have to suffice forpreacher could tell any difference between the wild pig
Aunt Minnie's brood -- including Uncle Virgil andand all those screeching sinners."Uncle Bill clinched his
Charley.Cousin Charley, under extreme duress,jaw to keep from laughing out loud. He bit off the end
suffered through Friday night, Saturday night andof his pipe stem, but kept a straight face. "Now, Minnie,
Sunday morning - - an all-time record.Uncle Virgil wasthat's something to ponder, you've go to admit," he
"saved" on Sunday morning after some stiff nudging insaid. "Besides, 40 pounds of sausage isn't a bad trade
the ribs from Aunt Minnie. He had taken the trip to thefor 40 miserable souls."Lindsey Williams is a Sun
front row on several other occasions, but Aunt Minniecolumnist who can be contacted at:Website: with
was never sure the conversions had taken firm root.several hundred of Lin's Editorial & At Large articles
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every opportunity as a sort of heavenlyLin's groundbreaking book "Boldly Onward," that
insurance.,Charley calculated his turn was coming upcritically analyzes and develops theories about the
either Sunday afternoon or evening. The prospectoriginal Spanish explorers of America.