From Nutstrok
I was always grateful when the preacher enlivened the service with a joke or was able to come up with an interesting story. I was blessed one memorable Sunday when a well-known evangelist preached to a packed house. Brother Paine was hailed far and wide for his moving sermons. He was eloquent and erudite, a born speaker whose knowledge of scripture was legend, as he quoted long passages flawlessly, without opening his beloved Bible. This was all wasted on me, a kid who zoned in and out and listened with less than half an ear. I usually managed to notice the change in rhythm when a joke, a good story, or an interesting bit of Bible lore might be forthcoming. Otherwise, I just tried to maintain consciousness enough to stay out of trouble with my parents. I did find Brother Paine’s sermon a bit more interesting than the usual fare…
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