Continuing the "Backsliding story." So... 

This is part #1a of Chapter 3 in the "Backsliding" story, an excerpt from the "Backsliding," book, as we continue.

As for the rest of us, as a whole, we didn't seem to know what we all needed to know, to get to the next level, on the go, where we could become more than just the perpetual servant class you know. At the time, too, we were glorying in it, seemingly. "Yes, it's true." 

This is Chapter 2a in the "Backsliding" story, an excerpt from the book of the same name, Backsliding.

Mere days after the fallout with the church leadership because of that and this. The attitudes, rhetoric, and behavioral patterns of many among them there to sit, suddenly began to change. Some words, statements, and terms in their arguments that were never used in the past. (Not in our hearing, at least, since you'd asked.) These all started rolling off people's tongues. Even coming from the pulpit back home, and fast, to go and sit on somebody's old-boned as... I mean, back to the task.

The wash-day clothesline grew longer by the day, laden heavy under the load. Stretching out behind the church building too, but not far enough out of sight of curious passers-by and parishioners alike.Parishioners were mad as well, at the whole debacle. But what we wanted was churches, more than anything else. So, church it was, until...This is the "Backsliding" story, an excerpt from Chapter 1, told from a Carib-Jamericanadian perspective, in a richly blended language mix of, nonsense talk, double entendre, and sensational spelling, poetry, and Jamaican patois inserted wherever it was found fitting. Yes, wordplay is the order of the day around here.  

The wash-day clothesline grew longer by the day, laden heavy under the load. Stretching out behind the church building too, but not far enough out of sight of curious passers-by and parishioners alike.Parishioners were mad as well, at the whole debacle. But what we wanted was churches, more than anything else. So, church it was, until...