|preacher cowbell (standard:Inspirational stories, 2633 words)|
|Author: stanley mcqueen kentucky backwoods writer||Added: Apr 19 2007||Views/Reads: 2145/1563||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|backwood theme with some humor|
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story was quick to react on the subject of her faith.. Her and pa never seen things equal about the lord and things and that never set well to them getting along.. I was glad when things cool down some and ma comes to herself and paw got up and went and retrieve his supper plate that was laying across the creek, maw then gets Cow bell a rag to wipe the soap bean off his head..And it was looking like things would returning to normal.. Seem like I had lost my appetite with all this fuss, that the first time in my life I was anointed with soap beans but I guess there is a first time for everything..cow bell declares” then laughter broke out and even old stern faced pa joined in the humor,, our supper was finished and we all took a setting spell on the porch stoop and enjoyed the rest of the evening. after everything got back to normal” ma asked? cowbell when his first night of preaching was to be and he told her tomorrow night , and she seem please at his answer.. We all better head off to bed and get some shut eye pa suggest , so we all settled in for a night sleep, and the next day me and pa had some corn planting on a peace of ground that was in site of the shack, and Uncle Cow bell takes a chair out under the big oak tree that stand in the middle of the yard of our shack, with his big black Bible in his hand , pa and me can see him plain from where we are working,, look at that lazy uncle of yours ain,t he a site for sore eyes setting there and want ever offer to help us plant corn, I tell you son some men don't deserve the grub that slides down there necks. Pa cant stand to see a lazy person and he thinks preacher are just not work brickle ..and that men who claim to be preacher are men who uses the good book to shun work... we notice that his head is slumped some and pa says he has fell off to sleep and dropped his bible on the ground beside him, now a days work and a cool drink of water would kill that uncle of your graveyard dead” pa chuckled” well after tonight meeting we want have to worry about him any more because old hank will as sure shoot him as the sun shines ‘declared pa” I hope not... he ain.t so bad of person pa he is a good preacher and all and has rode that old mule all over the place spreading the word to the lord and has done it nigh all his life” I remind pa” yes that true but son but that just proves that he is too lazy to use them two hands that the lord give him to labor for his grub “pa blurts”if I had my way about him I seek the dogs on him and run him our of the country , but him being my brother-in-law that has me bound “.pa said” pa make out like he hates uncle cow bell but really he just goes on and on about him that just how pa is .. He likes to fuss and me and ma are use to his ways of being.. The day wore on and we finished the corn planting and it come time to get ready for the revival meeting and ma got a early supper and we eat and I hitched the mules to the corn wagons and put our Sunday go to meeting clothes on and went off down the wagon road that leads to the little goose chapel church...pa refused to go along because he so mad at Uncle cow bell, and to be honest I was sort of scared to go knowing old Hank had threaten uncle cow bell.. When we arrive at the church house, many wagon were assembled along side our little slab church that was not much bigger than a corn crib,, it would hold about forty people if they all held their breaths.. It had a home made build pine alter where cowbells would stand and preach and had home made slab benches that was as hard as flint stone to set on ..People shook hands and were friendly in the lord way and soon we were all seated and the meeting was underway.. My slim uncle graced that little pulpit wearing that old black suit coat that had been washed so many time in the creek along his way that it was slick looking like a ribbon, its good to be here again at little good chapel church he begin . Now saints I want you all to just relax and listen to the gospel tonight he said, I must warn you that I was threaten last spring by a fellow living in these parts that makes moonshine whisky and he as promised to kill me if I return to this place to preach the Gospel, he says that I have reined his living with preaching the gospel .. I am told not to fear what man can do to me he explained” I ask for your prayers concerning this problem .. As you set before me this night you are each in danger , the rage and anger of this man would cause any good saint to waver his faith ...so at any moment he could come threw that door back yonder with a hog rifle and began shooting at me ... so if you want you can get up now and leave..but I ask you this night where is your faith he asked the people? Several people gathered there children and leaf and I cannot say I blame them out of fear for there kids and own lives, after the lot of the people that left he continues to preach ,, gory be to God he shouts some have kept the faith some have believe that God can keep them from harm. Some have trusted the almighty for his glory and power and the people said amen amen preach on preacher.. I have been chased by the mighty bear of these old Kentucky mountain , I have been robbed and left for dead on the trail of my ministry..but never have I been forsaken by the lord God ... I was tar and feathered on the road from little creek county and drove from the mist of whisky making wicked men, but I was saved alive by the mighty power of the all mighty God..so why should I fear one little old mean moonshiner he asked the crowd.?.amen amen comes from the now excited listeners it was on his last words that the door of the church was busted open and in staggered the meanest looking man I have ever seen ..it was Hank and he was wearing buckskins and was carrying a hog rifle and his hair was greasy and long and weighty,, he was drunk and mad and the folks was astonished at the very look of him... I come to kill you shouted the wavering drunken man .. Right where you stand he shouted ... you have caused me to lose whiskey sales and I don't take kindly to you hell fire preaching and scaring men out of drinking whiskey.. Uncle cow bell don't move or run he stand there and tell the man who has walked closer to the pulpit to go ahead and shoot .. I m not running im not running he repeats..the big mean ugly greasy man raised the big bore gun and take careful aiming it right between the eyes of uncle cowbell,, and he pull the trigger the big gun fires and a blaze come from the muzzle , and the smoke clears and cow bell is still standing alive and well... “ Mercy sakes alive hanks said” your not dead.”. Nope im trusting God and you can't kill me said cowbell lest the lord allow you to folks scattered like quail would that was jumped by a bird hunter,, after the sound of that blast of that powerful gun I can't say that I blame nary one of them..me and ma and cowbell and hanks was all that was left and then Hank reloads the gun and aim again and then another blast breaks the silence .. And just as before cowbell is not harmed and still standing... mean old hank see him still standing afer the smoke clears and him still standing ,,, and he can't stand no more of this knowing that cowbell should be shot laying dead, and he become sober like in his mind and runs like a turkey out of the church house and flees into the woodland....how could you be alive I ask my calm preaching uncle.? Then paw suddenly come into the church house as says let me answer that question son ... here is how he is still standing son and paw show me five live rounds that fits the hog rifle hank was carrying.....hanks was passed out down there near the church he had gotten drunk waiting for the meeting to start and I slipped and traded blanks for his live shells.. And they why your goose neck uncle is still standing there before you son pa chuckled.... the lord does work in strange way declared uncle cowbell ...glory be to God he repeat and repeats .......the end hope you enjoyed my little backwoods story... Tweet
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