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Tilted Haloes
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Tilted Haloes
SERMONS FOR THE FIRST THIRD OF THE PENTECOST SEASON
There is an old rhyme we sing around the campfire each summer in the North Carolina mountains. A portion of the song goes like so,
Now around that tree old Satan slunk
And at Miss Eve his eye he wunk;
Eve, them apples look mighty fine,
Just take one, the Lord won't mind!
Satan, the Devil, the Evil One - or whatever we prefer to label him (or her?), has his pitchfork deeply sunk into our folklore. He goes back a long way, even to Genesis one.
Now around that tree old Satan slunk
And at Miss Eve his eye he wunk;
Eve, them apples look mighty fine,
Just take one, the Lord won't mind!
Satan, the Devil, the Evil One - or whatever we prefer to label him (or her?), has his pitchfork deeply sunk into our folklore. He goes back a long way, even to Genesis one.

