How Cousin Charley Unraveled Church Revival Service - Down Home Story

It wasn't that Cousin Charley was mean, or evensome stiff nudging in the ribs from Aunt Minnie. He
irreligious. He just had a hard time figuring out wherehad taken the trip to the front row on several other
fun left off and devilment started.occasions, but Aunt Minnie was never sure the
Charley was a natural-born hell raiser in a time andconversions had taken firm root. She saw to it that
part of the country where dissent was tolerated -- ifsalvation was administered at every opportunity as a
not admired -- if it was imaginative and daring. Mysort of heavenly insurance.,
cousin filled the bill admirably.Charley calculated his turn was coming up either
I wasn't allowed to associate too freely with himSunday afternoon or evening. The prospect was too
because I was six years old and gullible -- whileunnerving.
Charley was 15 and "full of the old Nick." He onceShortly after mid-day dinner, he stuffed some cold
convinced me that "only soft wood will burn, but hardbiscuits in his pocket, eased his single-shot 22 rifle off
wood, like this here by the back door, will only scorchthe top of the kitchen cupboard and quietly slipped
if ya put a fire to it.away for a bit of hunting. It was certain that his
"If'in ya don't believe it, just try it. Here's a match."outing would extend past the revival's last "hallelujah."
Eager to test this Great Law of Nature just revealedHunting licenses and game seasons were unheard of.
by my grown-up cousin, I stacked up a dozenYou shot whatever wild animals or birds that jumped
lengths of stove wood, stuffed in a tow sack ofup in your gun sights. That day, a razorback hog
corn shucks and set fire to the lot.come within range of Charley's rifle.
It made a dandy blaze -- much to my chagrin.Razorbacks are swine that have wandered away
The girls screamed, and the men folk dashed out offrom farms and gone wild. Their descendants are
the house to throw a couple of buckets of pumplong legged, muscular and agile. Without the easy
water on the fire. My father dusted my britches andliving of captivity, the wild hog has no fat, hence the
confined me indoors for the rest of the day, "wherebackbone shows prominently and gives the animal it
the women can keep an eye on you."colloquial name.
Charley had sauntered off into the woodsCharley squeezed off a shot and dropped the
immediately after setting me adrift on the sea ofrazorback in its tracks. However, the bullet had only
misadventure, though he undoubtedly watched thecreased the skull of the wild hog and temporally
excitement from the safety of some convenientstunned it.
tree top. Later that day he gave me a jack knifeWhat to do with an agitated razorback?
with a one-inch stub of blade as a peace offering.An inspired scheme took shape in Charley's fertile
"You musta got some soft wood mixed in there," hemind. Muzzling the animal and tying its legs, he hoisted
said sternly. I promised to be more careful next time.it to his shoulders and set off for the church.
* * *It was turning dusk, and the final session of the
Charley hated going to church because he had to putrevival was well underway, when Cousin Charley
on his stiff, Sunday shoes and button his shirt collar.slipped up to the rear of the little country church.
He would submit to the morning service withThe razorback had regained all it faculties and was
considerable grumbling. Thereafter, however, hesquirming to free itself from its restraints. Charley
considered he had enough grace for another weekwas willing to oblige.
and evaded the afternoon and evening services withCharley eased the animal to an open window,
a skill born of much practice.snatched off the ropes and shoved the frantic animal
Aunt Minnie must have known, therefore, that sheinto the church.
was courting disaster when she undertook to washWomen screamed, children hollered and the men
the whole family in the Blood of the Lamb during acursed -- thus undoing three days of dedicated
three-day revival meeting.evangelism. The minister ordered the choir to sing
An itinerant evangelist had gotten lost in the "boot"Onward Christian Soldiers" in hope of calming the
heel of Missouri" and was trying to work his waycongregation, but this only added to the noise and
back into the main stream of civilization by preachingconfusion.
the gospel wherever an offering plate would beThe wild pig scurried frantically under the pews,
passed on his behalf.popping up at the least expected places and inspiring
In those days, a revival was an endurance contestrenewed screams with each sally. Men wallowed on
between the minister and the congregation. Thethe floor trying to corner the intruder, bumping shins
objective was to whip up enthusiasm for the Lordand heads with each lunge.
that lagged under the vicissitudes of a hard life."Hell fire and damnation!" shouted Uncle Virgil angrily --
Moss-back sinners, who seemed to abound inalong with a few other choice epithets from his justly
southeast Missouri, needed a powerful lot offamous vocabulary -- as he sustained a sharp bite
persuasion.from the razorback.
Three days of concentration on the project wasIt was an hour or so before the meeting could be
considered only once-over-lightly. A two-week revivalresumed under some semblance of normalcy. But the
with an all night "gospel sing" and baptizing with whitespell was broken. There were no more souls saved
robes in the river of the final Sunday was thethat night, although the collection was as good as
preferred procedure.could be expected under the circumstances.
Nevertheless, poor people had to make do with* * *
whatever salvation was at hand.Uncle Virgil finally caught the pig and took it home for
A bob-tailed revival meeting would have to sufficebutchering. "I wonder who poked that critter into the
for Aunt Minnie's brood -- including Uncle Virgil andchurch," he mused to Aunt Minnie.
Charley.It was obvious to Aunt Minnie as to who was
Cousin Charley, under extreme duress, sufferedresponsible. Everybody's whereabouts that night
through Friday night, Saturday night and Sundaycould be accounted for except Charley's.
morning - - an all-time record."It's blasphemy, Charles, she declared. "You'll burn for
Uncle Virgil was "saved" on Sunday morning aftereternity in the fires of Hell if you keep this up!