Jesus Is Already Here

Augusta Trobaugh

Description

Changing racial perceptions in the tumultuous 1960s brings conflict to a rural Southern family. A short story.

Sujets

• Short story

Informations

• Publié par: Untreed Reads
• Date de parution: 07 février 2013
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781611875157
• Langue: English

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Jesus Is Already Here
By Augusta Trobaugh

Copyright 2013 by Augusta Trobaugh
Cover Copyright 2013 by Dara England and Untreed Reads Publishing
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Previously published in print, 1995.

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to the living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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Jesus Is Already Here
By Augusta Trobaugh
On the third Sunday of August in 1962, my cousin Jim got into all kinds of trouble with his Mama, and ever afterward, he said it was all my fault because I pushed him beyond patience by telling him Jesus was a Black man.
Until then, I had always liked going to Nana’s on the third Sunday of every month, except for how long church services lasted at First Baptist, which was where we all went to church with her. I still wonder why it was called First Baptist, because there sure wasn’t a Second Baptist Church in town. In fact, the only other churches were Associate Reformed Presbyterian and AME-the African-Methodist-Episcopal-which was where the Black people went.
So what with church services lasting so long, it was hard for me to sit still and act like a gentleman, which is what Mama said I had to do. Why, if I did the least little thing, like swinging my feet or rattling the pages of the Broadman Hymnal, Mama would give me her look, a stone-cold stare that nailed me right on the spot and made me stop whatever it was I was doing, no matter what it was and even if I didn’t know what was wrong with my doing it.