We are almost drawing to the conclusion of the trip; I sure do know how to drag out a story.
We found Rocky Hill Baptist church which wasn’t too far from our hotel but definitely out in the country. Sunday service had already started when we arrived. We entered and took our seats as quietly as possible. The preacher was in the middle of preaching up a storm.
His style was a throw back to the tent revivals of years past, loud and animated. The church itself was also reminiscent of years past even though it was recently built. It had wooden pews, piano and they still used hymn books.
We enjoyed the service but what we found strange was the weird manner of how someone joins their congregation. A woman stood up and gave a lengthy testimony about her struggles and how she drifted. She went on for some time about how she repented and will stay committed to God. Then she said I want to become a member of this church. The pastor said OK lets take a vote. But before he said anything further someone else spoke up and verbally gave his support to the lady saying he feels she is sincere. The pastor then said alright lets take a vote all in favor say aye. The small congregation gave a loud aye. Anyone against? It was silent so her membership was approved right there.
To be continued...