Meet Me at The River

The whole congregation was walking toward the river. They crossed the levee and marched down to the water. The elders had roped off part of the water for the ceremony. The First Ebinezer Full Holy Gospel Church was having a baptism. Me and Bubba rode our bikes up to the front to watch the goings on. They were gonna have a baptism and me and Bubba were going to have some entertainment. Most of the congregation and all of the communicants were dressed in white robes and carrying crosses. The preacher took them by the back of the neck and placed his other hand over their mouth and nose. He tilted them backwards and held them under until they saw the Holy Ghost. I swam in that muddy water before. The Mississippi River is as thick as Friday night gumbo and I could never see anything in that water. They waded in with fear on their faces. They walked out withe the Holy Spirit in the hearts and souls, and peace on their faces. Something happened below those waters.