About 4 years ago I was going through a particularly nasty divorce, and I was feeling so suicidal and depressed that I actually considered throwing it down for Jesus. I honestly didn't think I had a whole lotta other options at the time. Being raised a Catholic, I really didn't want to get in touch with God via the Vatican Highway. There was a truly smokin band, and everybody was whirlin' in circles and speakin' in tongues.
Words fail miserably in conveying what was going on in that church.
Suffice it to say, I became a regular Sunday visitor. Now at any given Sunday, I was the only pale-face in the room. But my skinny white ass was always welcolmed with open arms, open heart and open minds. By going to that church every Sunday, I felt like I was worthy of being loved again. Anyway, The Choir in this church was particularly powerful, and that's when I got hip to Jackie, Angie, and Gayle.