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Chapter 8
"SeemslikeJesusgotallmessedupwithtroubles,andHecouldn’tfigurenothin’out,an’Hegottofeelin’whatthehellgoodisitall,an’what’stheusefightin’an’figurin’.Gottired,gotgoodan’tired,an’Hissperitallworeout.Jus’aboutcometotheconclusion,thehellwithit.An’soHewentoffintothewilderness."
"A-men,"Granmableated.Somanyyearsshehadtimedherresponsestothepauses.Anditwassomanyyearssinceshehadlistenedtoorwonderedatthewordsused.
"Iain’tsayin’I’mlikeJesus,"thepreacherwenton."ButIgottiredlikeHim,an’IgotmixeduplikeHim,an’IwentintothewildernesslikeHim,withoutnocampin’stuff.NighttimeI’dlayonmybackan’lookupatthestars;morningI’dsetan’watchthesuncomeup;middayI’dlookoutfromahillattherollin’drycountry;evenin’I’dfollerthesundown.SometimesI’dpraylikeIalwaysdone.On’yIcouldn’figurewhatIwasprayin’toorfor.Therewasthehills,an’therewasme,an’wewasn’tseparatenomore.Wewasonething.An’thatonethingwasholy."
"Hallelujah,"saidGranma,andsherockedalittle,backandforth,tryingtocatchholdofanecstasy.
"An’Igotthinkin’,on’yitwasn’tthinkin,itwasdeeperdownthanthinkin’.Igotthinkin’howwewasholywhenwewasonething,an’mankin’washolywhenitwasonething.
