No one had ever taken the time to
explain to me the whole concept of this mourning bench thing.
On this particular night, when we arrived on the church grounds, I could hear the music pounding from
the organ. My cousin Chris, and I waltz right down the center isle, straight to the front of the church and
took our seat on the mourning bench. As I began to take my seat, I could feel my heart racing. I felt as
if I were a lion cub, about to be eaten by starving wolves. I watched nervously as the preacher approach
the front of the podium. As he began to speak, he shouted out.
"Who, in this house tonight wants to be SAVEDaE he shouted.
By this time everyone in the church was standing, hands raised high in the air. They were shouting to
Then the giant preacher looked over at us, on the mourning bench. He shouted,
I thought to myself, "Everyone believes in Jesus.aE
Before that thought exited my small brain, the Preacher started preaching about how people that are
saved would get a chance to see Jesus and how the poor souls