I speak the language. I know your stories.
I know you never sing the third stanza in a hymn. Even if it’s important plot material, you just pretend like it’s not there.
I know you have to bring a covered dish to heaven with you.
I know the significance of “Selected Individual” in your bulletin.
I know what RAs, GAs, WMU, and BGCT all stand for.
I still remember getting excited about singing hymn number 475, and shouting out “Oh VIC-tory!
I know the reason you should always take two Baptists fishing, instead of one.
I know to abstain from sex, lest it lead to dancing.
I know the promised land is in Nashville, Tennessee.
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