Serpentine

I met my first years on Monday night for pizza (to make up for one of our Sandy-scrubbed classes). They were to talk about their final research projects. The topics were one more sensationalist than the next - straight from the tabloids! I guess the sorts of "lived religion" we've been reading about are sorta dull.
So I decided we'd read Dennis Covington's account of Pentecostal snake-handlers (which is discussed in our last reading, Robert Orsi's essay "Snakes Alive!"). I hadn't read it before. Just did. It's a trip!