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Well now, in the Good Book it says, ‘Gather round, y’all! If you’s thirsty, come on over and drink! ‘Cause them who believes in me, rivers of livin’ water will flow right out of their souls!’ Yessiree, that Gospel truth just flows like sweet tea on a hot summer day!
“Ya see, our good Lord is one mighty generous fella. He be rainin’ all kinda blessin’s down on his folk like a ol’ thunderstorm. He showers us with good things, ’bout as much as the Lord can carry, makin’ sure we don’t go hungry. Ain’t that somethin’ to holler about?”
Ya cain’t go touchin’ yer neighbor’s wife, ’cause reckon if ya try that, fire’ll burn ya up, an’ no amount of rubbin’ can make it go away. Ya gotta keep yer mitts to yerself ‘stead of stirrin’ up a mess ya can’t clean up.
So y’see, old Eli’s ears perked up somethin’ fierce, reckon the Lord was whisperin’ in ’em loud ‘n clear. Ever’ word ol’ Sam shared was gold, and the folks ’round ’em knew it. The words spread ‘cross the land like wildfire, ‘n ev’rybody knew Samuel told it like it was, yessir!
Well reckon, young Samuel done growed up an’ he come to pass that the Lord was with him, an’ none of his words went plumb down the crick. So, all them folks in town, from Dan to Beersheba, knew that Samuel was a true-blue Prophet of the Almighty. Amen to that, y’all!
Well now, Lord, don’t ya go castin’ me off in my old age like yesterday’s whiskey. Ya know I gotta keep preachin’ ’bout yer mighty deeds and goodness. So keep me kickin’ and hollerin’, ’cause this old hillbilly ain’t done spreadin’ yer praises ’round these parts. Yeehaw!
“Well, I reckon I done fought the good fight, son! I done kept the faith and I’ll tell ya, I’m fixin’ to receive a gold medal from the Good Lord Himself up yonder. Can’t hardly wait for that glorious day when he welcomes me home, bless my hillbilly soul!”
“Now, them Thessalonians heard Paul n’ Silas a-preachin’, ’bout that there Jesus feller, right? And some of ’em, they done believ’d, ‘long with a lotta other folks. But them Jews, they got all riled up, and started a fussin’, stirrin’ up trouble for them good ol’ boys. What a hoot!”
“Y’all reckon what it takes fer them good ol’ dames to live right? Well, listen up here, folks! Them older gals gotta be sober-minded, not gossipin’, teachin’ young’uns to be well-behaved, keepin’ house and makin’ the good Lord proud. Now, ain’t that a sight prettier’n a hog in mud?”
Well now, y’all know ’bout bein’ good, right? Them older fellas oughta be all wise and straight-as-an-arrow, not runnin’ off at the mouth or chuggin’ moonshine like a dang fool. Our hillbilly pride need some discipline, so we can show them young’uns how it’s done, bless their hearts.
Well, they say don’t go diggin’ too deep ’round these parts, ‘cos the deeper you go, the more ya find. Ain’t no use stirrin’ up trouble or ‘splainin’ things that don’t need ‘splainin’. Just enjoy the simple things in life, ‘cos once you’re in the thick of it, ain’t no turnin’ back.
“Now, ain’t ya listen here, son! Don’t ya neglect that gift the Lord done gave ya! Y’know, some folks be lackin’ faith in ya, but put them doubts aside. Fan that flame within ya like a hound dog on a hot trail! It’s time to git to work, partner!”
