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Rock, Church, Rock ■T LANGSTON HUOHES * CHAPTER I ' lii'lp but move your hrms or ficd with just Rt. Loiiin. IUIA III ■ •Fonf'fl won »iHt»—fiTt w both;—niirt stnre th?? Si fjp jrit thitikin}f, no,v of them rook rhiirch pr»‘achers Hefr>iiil alwnyM took .ip what fjin I do to {;i>t c*v«rybo(ly who knew how to iiwikc tho collection nt thft bepinnin^ unl i‘x'it*»l, to "''t everybody talk- •pirit rise «nd the soul gft end of his sprmons, tho move- irtg about my church, to jfct riykt Sometim»s he used to ment of tho crowd at such .the str»*els oul!iile crowdod •tkft talkiitfr real slow, and times wa^ always toward th;* and jny nninc known all over, yoi'd think his sermon wasn’t collection table -which was (*v»-n unto the fur rcaelit's of ^nna Ik nothing, hnt tiy thr pTartiy •whpr»« th» Kl«}er wanl- thia nutionf Now, what nn I tim« he got through, t h c pj it to be. walU of the building would he •liBOst rent, the doors bustc I open, and the benches turned orer from pure shouting on the part of the brothers and Bitters. do I thill's nil.’' “It mijfht a Ixicii,*’ said Killer .loiics. “It uiifjht ii hci'n. He lay there ami thoii^;ht a while loMjfur. Hy uiid by, h'- 4mu4, ‘-Hnt, 4»oney, I’tir tfonnn do Roiiii thing liettcr'n that. I’m gonna let myself be iKiilt’il on a cross. ’* “Do, Jesus!” said V>ist,*r Mugylo 'HrtadlTord. ‘Moiie.s, you’s n mess!” Now, the Klder, in order t'» fHfll off his intended miracle In His hand! In His Hand! I’m safe and sound I’ll be bound — Setting in Jesus hand! had, of necessity, to take some Billy Sunday had a sawdns' I idy else into his confidence, trail. Rov. Beoton hnl t\v.» ^•o he piikbd oiil IJrother Hicks, I valets in the pulpit with him liis liicf d. aeon, one >f th^* all the time as he cast off gar main j, liars of the clnirch ment after garment in the hen!, since way '';rk, loii«; l)efore “Come one! Come all! Come of his preaching, and used up Jones cniiie iih pator. , He were a great preaolier, my Lambs,” Elder Jone wouM dozens of white handkerchiefs ■ It was too hitl, thoufjch, that Bev. William Jones. But shout, “Anl put il down for every evening wiping his brow Jone.s didn’t know that Bioth- ke wasn’t satisfied, that w.ts Jesus!” and calling on the Lord to * er Hicks ni«»r«* fi»m(linrlv know'i bit tronble. He wanted I . i 11 . i r-i •’O™*- And the Angel of Ang;- ns Bulldog used to he in love greater than he was. He want I ° Jus Temple just kept on jretl- 'wilh Sister Bradford. Sister ed to be a Billv Sunday or a cooks long loan Aimie McPhers'on or ress.rrect 1 roustabouts would rome ed Rev. BecUm. And that’.n what brought about hia down fall • ambition! Now, Rev. Jones had l>een for nearly a year the pastor of one of them little colored ehnrches in the back alleys of jSt. Louis that are open every night in the week for preaching fringing, and pra^ling, where aiaters eome to shake tam- borines, shout, and get happy while the Reverend (iresents the word. Elder Jones always opened bis part of the service with IN HIS HAND, his themo ■ong, and he always closed hi^ part of the services W’ith the aame. Now, the rhythm of IN HIS Hand was such that one® it got to swinging, you couldn’t everybody’s newpapcrs. news. up and lay their money down, two times every evening for l^lder Jones. That minister was petting rich right there in that Louis alley. In His Hand! Ito hear my name. ing married and divorced and Bradford had never told I he making the front Pages of new Reverend about any of She' “Now, 1 got to be new^, too,” mused Elder Jones. This St. .town’s too small for me! I I can’t hollar! I want the world In His Hand! With the piano just a going tho tnmborines a flying. I Now as I’ve said before El der Jones was a good preacher and a good looking preacher, 1 u too. He could cry real loml the people shouting rignt on , , , , , , and moan real deep and hi> could move the sisters as no up to the altar. “Aw, rock, church rock!” , ,, , , other colored preacher on thi.s Elder Jones would cry at such ■, * L , intensely liKrative moments. But he were too ambitions He wouldn’t let well enougli alone. He wanted to be a hi/ shot and panic Harlem, sew side of town had ever moved them before. B'sides, in his. youth (as a sinner) he had done a little light hustling: a- round Memphis and Vicksburg 1 —so he knew just how to ap- up Chicago, and then move^on i . * . j Ti u *• to the femmine nature, to Hollywood. He wasnt satis-, o- v ■ Since his recent sojourn m St. Louis, Elder Jones had been looking around^for a likely femalg Lamb to shelter in his private fold. Out of all the sisters in his church, he had finally chosen for his own specially belojved Lamb, Sis'- ter Maggie Bradford. Not that Sister Maggie was pretty. No, far fc*m II. But SLister Mag SCARBOROUGH & HARGEH FUNERAL DIRECTORS Ambulance Service Phones: Day ~ Nig-ht J-372^ 522 E. Pettigrew St. YOUR TWO-HANDED SWORD OF VICTORY /iff % Your wartime thrift cuts two ways: (1) It stops Hitlerism,' (2) it stops inflation at home, which if unchecked could turn victory into defeat. Pleasure spending r ' • /ait. The war can't wait. MECHANICS AND FARMERS BANK DUBaAM. K. O. her former sweethearts — so how was Elder Jones to know that some of them atill covetel her, and were envious of him in their heartsf “Hitks, ”, whispered Eld»r Jones in telling his chief dea con of his plan to die on a cross nnd then come to life, “that will make me the great est colond minister in the world. No doubt about it! If not the greatest of them all! And when t get to be world re- no«ed. Bulldog, and go traivel- I’m white as snow — I’ll have you know Setting in Jesus hand! take you with me as my chie'' deacon. You shall be my right hand, and Sister Maggie Brad ford shall be my left. Amen” “I hear you,” said Brother Hicks. “1 hope It oomes true.” But if Elder Jones had looked closely, he would have seen an evil light in his deacon’s eyes. "Tt will -come true,” said Elder Jones “If you just keep' your mouth shut and follow out my instructions — exactly as I lays ’em down to you. gie was fal^ well fafl, brown-[Now, listen! You know and I ■kia, good naturvd, dad pros- know that I^jiin’t gonna really ^roBS. Ske owned four two-{die. Neither I gonna be fnatUy double bothses that sh? really nailed. That’s why I Murted out, upetairs Ad down, wants you to help. I wants and she made a ^fO«d Hving. yon to have me a great big Besides, sha hMQ sweet and cross made, higher than the losing ways aad kitoi«st of nltar — so high that I has to | her pastor at heiu^. have a step ladder to get up to Elder Jones confided hli it and be nailed thereon, and new ambitions to said Sister you to nail. The higher th3 Bradford one morning. better, so's they won’t se> “I wajits to branch out, the straps — cause I’m gonna Maggie,” he said. “I wants to be tied on by straps, you hear, be a really big man! Now what The light’ll be rose colored so can I do to get the ‘tention they can’t see the straps. Now, I of the whole world on me? I here you come and do the nail- means in a religious way?” ^ing — nobody else but you I They thought and they Put them nails between my thought. fingers* and toes, not through j Finally, Sister Maggie said, ’em, and don’t nail too deep. jBill Jones, you know some- Leave the heads kinder stickin j thing I ain’t never forgot that out. You get the jibel” I seed as a childt There was n| “I get the .jibe,” said Broth preacher down in Mississippi Bulldog Hicks. named old man Eubanks who j “Then you and .me’II slay one time got himself dead and right on there in the church buried and then rose up frow nil night and all the next the dead. Now, I ain’t neve- day, till the ne.xt ni^ht when forgot that. Neither has any the people come back to see me body else in that part of the rise. Ever so often, you can iDelta. That’s something meni lot me down to rest a little rable. W’^hy don’t you do some' bit. But long as I’m on the thing like that ” j cross, I plays off like I’m “How he do it. Sister Mag- dead, particularly when the giet” j reporters come round. On ‘ed:hai. deposit insurance corporation say it were the Grace of God, ST. JOSFPH 4 M E CHURCH REV. J. A. VALENTINF, Minister Sunday School 9:*^ A. M., Preaching: 11:00 A. M. and 7:00 P. M. EALEIOH, N. 0 aj^’t never told nobody | Monday night, Hallelu.iah! how Ife do it. Brother Bill. He: will rise, rind tnke up colie ARE YOU DISCOURAGED, DEJECTED, HEART- BROp:N? If you are-St. Joseph A. M. E. Church EX' tends to you without price an invitation to join its mem-' bers and friends in the renewal of your hope and faith. A Hearty Welcome Awaits You tion!’’ “Amen! said Brother Hicks. Well, yon couldn’t g'tj near the church on the nigbv that Rev. Jones had had it i announced that he would be crucified, dead, stay dend, and I rise. Negroes came from all! over St. Louis. East St. Loniij nnd might nigh ever3’where: else to h? present at the wit-) nesaing of thr> rtiivp.cle. Lots' of ’em didn’t b.dieve in -Rev. .Tones, biit lots of ’em did -- | I I ' cause Sometimes fnlse preach | ! er.s can get you so you .can’! j tell yonder from, whither --| j nnd that’s the w-ay Jones had I them. i I The church was jack packed ^ and jninuied. Not ii sr'at to b'' had. And ' tears were already flowing long liefore their Elder even approached the cross, i which was looming up behind the pulpit, made out of new lumber right straight from the j sawmill. In the rose colored i lights, with them big paper j lillics that . Sister Bradfor.i I liatl madi’ decorating the he.'i T an«l fool, it looked mighty, jiretty. MIder .lones preached n mighty aerinon thnt night, too And as ^T^t ns Tt'-wirs, thrr?* wrrsr jileiity a-leaping anil jiiiii|iiiig and shouting in that crowded jchui'ch. It looked like the walLi I would fall. Then when he got through preaching, Klder Jon- les made a solemn announcc- 'nienl. As he teiuied it his las‘, , pronouncement. “f'hurch! Tonight a.s I have told the world. I’m gonna die. I’m gonna be nailed to thi. here cross nnd let the breath pass from me. But tomol'row Monday night, August the twenty-first, at l‘J I’.. M. I am coming bncjt to life. Amen! After twenty lour hours on ^he cross, Hallelujah!And all the city of St. Louis can be saved — if they will .just come out ta see me — Now, before I mounts the steps, to th“ cross, let u.s sing for the last i time our song, IN^ HIS ll.ViN’I) — cause I tell you, that';* j where I am! And as we sing,' let cverylnidy come forward to the collen'tion table and help this church. (Jive largely! The piano tinkled, the tain- | borine.s rang. Klder Jones and | Irirr ehildn*ff'»ft'H^f: ”1 In llis Hand! In llis Hand! You’ll never stray Down tho Devil’s way — Set tin’ in Jesus hand. Oh, in llis hand! In Ilia hand! Though I may die I’ll mount on high — Settin’ in Jesus hand! To Be Continued Next WeeK FRESH FISH IN SEASON QUALITY SEA FOOD SMITH’S FISH 514 Pine St. 718 Fayetteville St. Phone R“3491 Phone L-7861 William Green: Those who seek perfection in an imperfect world are doomed to disappointment. YOUR PERSONAL APPEARANCE ‘ Don’t be slack with your persons^ ap pearance whether you are lookm^* lor a job or already on one. We arc sueciaJ ists in all kinds of barberlny beauty culture. FRIENDLY CITY BARBER SHOP AND BEAUTY PARLOR A. ARTIST, Prop. 711 Fayetteville St. Phone RENTING - REMODELING AND PROPERTY MANAGEMENT INSURANCE OF ALL KINDS you have houses or apartments for rent or sale list them with us. If you have insurance problems call us. Advice without cost. 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