Church in the South: Life Change, Endless Entertainment, and Laughter.
My childhood was different from most. While others spent their afternoons at the ballfield, hanging out with friends or hitting balls at the batting cages, I spent mine at church. Growing up in the South, church wasn’t just a place of worship for me. It was a vibrant social hub, a gathering spot for the community, and a constant source of entertainment. As an adult, I can’t imagine my children dedicating as much time to church as I did. Times have changed so much. With more homework, distractions, and more of everything, sometimes I long for simpler days. However, maybe more simplicity with less time spent inside the church house.
One Sunday, as I sat in the pew, trying to pay attention, I couldn’t help but notice the lively antics of the musicians. They were a spirited pair of twins named Larry and Gary, and their enthusiasm often spilled into their performances. One played the banjo, the other the fiddle and their wife accompanied them on the piano. On this particular Sunday, they sang a spirited rendition of “I’ve Got That Old Time Religion.” As they reached the chorus, a congregant (who shall remain nameless) with a flair for the dramatic decided to add a little extra oomph to their performance by whooping around the room (a familiar sight for those who grew up Pentecostal). Unfortunately, his enthusiasm got the better of the twins, and one lost control, laughing uncontrollably. I erupted into laughter and even got the side snap from the pastor to get my composure back. It’s probably not funny reading this; it could be a “you had to be there” moment.
Another random memory from my youth involved the church potluck. These events were legendary in our small community, with everyone sharing their favorite dishes. One Sunday, a family decided to make a big impression by bringing a dish called “Southern Surprise.” If I recall correctly, it was a casserole with layers of mashed potatoes, fried chicken, and collard greens, all topped with a generous helping of gravy. It was indeed a surprise, but I’m sure not how they had hoped. The kids talked about this dish with a mixture of horror and amusement. Sometimes, I still chuckle when I think about this very gross dish. (Sorry if the family who made it is reading this).
Of course, no Southern church experience would be complete without a good old-fashioned revival. These events were like a spiritual carnival, where the congregation came together to recommit themselves to their faith. They were also a chance for the more enthusiastic members of the congregation to let loose and show off their spiritual hunger. I’ll never forget zealous congregation members who demonstrated their faith by speaking in tongues, shaking their heads from side to side, and grabbing and waving a church flag. It was a sight to behold as they flailed their arms and shouted praises at the top of their lungs. My young eyes could only watch in awe and wonder. The energy in the room was palpable, and even though sometimes I didn’t fully understand what was happening, I could feel the power of their faith. It was a unique and unforgettable experience.
Growing up in the South, the church was more than just a place of worship; it was a source of life change, endless entertainment, and laughter. And while I may have moved away from the South, those memories will always hold a special place in my heart.
