How Cousin Charley Unraveled Church Revival Service - Down Home Story

It wasn't that Cousin Charley was mean, or evenprospect was too unnerving.Shortly after mid-day
irreligious. He just had a hard time figuring out wheredinner, he stuffed some cold biscuits in his pocket,
fun left off and devilment started.Charley was aeased his single-shot 22 rifle off the top of the
natural-born hell raiser in a time and part of thekitchen cupboard and quietly slipped away for a bit
country where dissent was tolerated -- if notof hunting. It was certain that his outing would
admired -- if it was imaginative and daring. My cousinextend past the revival's last "hallelujah."Hunting
filled the bill admirably.I wasn't allowed to associatelicenses and game seasons were unheard of. You
too freely with him because I was six years old andshot whatever wild animals or birds that jumped up in
gullible -- while Charley was 15 and "full of the oldyour gun sights. That day, a razorback hog come
Nick." He once convinced me that "only soft woodwithin range of Charley's rifle.Razorbacks are swine
will burn, but hard wood, like this here by the backthat have wandered away from farms and gone wild.
door, will only scorch if ya put a fire to it."If'in yaTheir descendants are long legged, muscular and agile.
don't believe it, just try it. Here's a match."Eager toWithout the easy living of captivity, the wild hog has
test this Great Law of Nature just revealed by myno fat, hence the backbone shows prominently and
grown-up cousin, I stacked up a dozen lengths ofgives the animal it colloquial name.Charley squeezed
stove wood, stuffed in a tow sack of corn shucksoff a shot and dropped the razorback in its tracks.
and set fire to the lot.It made a dandy blaze -- muchHowever, the bullet had only creased the skull of the
to my chagrin.The girls screamed, and the men folkwild hog and temporally stunned it.What to do with
dashed out of the house to throw a couple ofan agitated razorback?An inspired scheme took
buckets of pump water on the fire. My father dustedshape in Charley's fertile mind. Muzzling the animal and
my britches and confined me indoors for the rest oftying its legs, he hoisted it to his shoulders and set
the day, "where the women can keep an eye onoff for the church.It was turning dusk, and the final
you."Charley had sauntered off into the woodssession of the revival was well underway, when
immediately after setting me adrift on the sea ofCousin Charley slipped up to the rear of the little
misadventure, though he undoubtedly watched thecountry church. The razorback had regained all it
excitement from the safety of some convenientfaculties and was squirming to free itself from its
tree top. Later that day he gave me a jack kniferestraints. Charley was willing to oblige.Charley eased
with a one-inch stub of blade as a peace offering.the animal to an open window, snatched off the
"You musta got some soft wood mixed in there," heropes and shoved the frantic animal into the
said sternly. I promised to be more careful nextchurch.Women screamed, children hollered and the
time.* * *Charley hated going to church because hemen cursed -- thus undoing three days of dedicated
had to put on his stiff, Sunday shoes and button hisevangelism. The minister ordered the choir to sing
shirt collar.He would submit to the morning service"Onward Christian Soldiers" in hope of calming the
with considerable grumbling. Thereafter, however, hecongregation, but this only added to the noise and
considered he had enough grace for another weekconfusion.The wild pig scurried frantically under the
and evaded the afternoon and evening services withpews, popping up at the least expected places and
a skill born of much practice.Aunt Minnie must haveinspiring renewed screams with each sally. Men
known, therefore, that she was courting disasterwallowed on the floor trying to corner the intruder,
when she undertook to wash the whole family in thebumping shins and heads with each lunge."Hell fire and
Blood of the Lamb during a three-day revivaldamnation!" shouted Uncle Virgil angrily -- along with a
meeting.An itinerant evangelist had gotten lost in thefew other choice epithets from his justly famous
"boot heel of Missouri" and was trying to work hisvocabulary -- as he sustained a sharp bite from the
way back into the main stream of civilization byrazorback.It was an hour or so before the meeting
preaching the gospel wherever an offering platecould be resumed under some semblance of
would be passed on his behalf.In those days, a revivalnormalcy. But the spell was broken. There were no
was an endurance contest between the minister andmore souls saved that night, although the collection
the congregation. The objective was to whip upwas as good as could be expected under the
enthusiasm for the Lord that lagged under thecircumstances.* * *Uncle Virgil finally caught the pig
vicissitudes of a hard life. Moss-back sinners, whoand took it home for butchering. "I wonder who
seemed to abound in southeast Missouri, needed apoked that critter into the church," he mused to
powerful lot of persuasion.Three days ofAunt Minnie.It was obvious to Aunt Minnie as to who
concentration on the project was considered onlywas responsible. Everybody's whereabouts that night
once-over-lightly. A two-week revival with an all nightcould be accounted for except Charley's."It's
"gospel sing" and baptizing with white robes in theblasphemy, Charles, she declared. "You'll burn for
river of the final Sunday was the preferredeternity in the fires of Hell if you keep this up!"Cousin
procedure.Nevertheless, poor people had to make doCharley hung his head, but was unrepentant. "I jest
with whatever salvation was at hand.A bob-tailedwanted to see if the preacher could tell any
revival meeting would have to suffice for Auntdifference between the wild pig and all those
Minnie's brood -- including Uncle Virgil andscreeching sinners."Uncle Bill clinched his jaw to keep
Charley.Cousin Charley, under extreme duress,from laughing out loud. He bit off the end of his pipe
suffered through Friday night, Saturday night andstem, but kept a straight face. "Now, Minnie, that's
Sunday morning - - an all-time record.Uncle Virgil wassomething to ponder, you've go to admit," he said.
"saved" on Sunday morning after some stiff nudging"Besides, 40 pounds of sausage isn't a bad trade for
in the ribs from Aunt Minnie. He had taken the trip to40 miserable souls."Lindsey Williams is a Sun columnist
the front row on several other occasions, but Auntwho can be contacted at:Website: with several
Minnie was never sure the conversions had takenhundred of Lin's Editorial & At Large articles written
firm root. She saw to it that salvation wasover 40 years.Also featured in its entirety is Lin's
administered at every opportunity as a sort ofgroundbreaking book "Boldly Onward," that critically
heavenly insurance.,Charley calculated his turn wasanalyzes and develops theories about the original
coming up either Sunday afternoon or evening. TheSpanish explorers of America.