But long before that, I was born and raised in St. Louis, Missouri. Though my family wasn’t particularly religious in those days, my experience with God and the Devil was pretty much a sterile one: we would (on occasion) visit a grand church, listen to what the clergy had to say about the subject of the day, and then go about our daily routine with the threat of Hell hanging over our heads as a moral compass of sorts. For the most part, this system worked. It was straightforward, everyone knew right from wrong, and there was just enough fear to keep us from veering too far off the path of normalcy. It was when I visited family in southern Missouri that I would experience … religion … of a more unique nature. My maternal grandparents were, for lack of a better church affiliation to attach them to, Pentecostal, and attending their congregational gatherings was always an unsettling event. Whether it was people speaking in “tongues”
What do You think about Devil In The Delta (2013)?
