chosen frozen.

"have you ever been to a white church?" marcus asked. "a few times. they were just fine, i suppose." deacon wilbur chose his words carefully. "problem wasn't with those churches. it was me. i heard the spirit in there, yes. i wanted to stand up and thank God for the gift. dance, shout, clap my hands." "and they didn't." "not that i saw. felt like i was sitting there with the chosen frozen." -the great divide t. davis bunn Posted by hill at May 20, 2004 01:25 PM