Transcript
Glenn Washington (0:05)
Bow your head to me, I'll make you better. But how long will I live? Eternal life and forever. But will I be the G that I was? So much more than you could imagine or even dream of. So relax your soul, give me control. Close your eyes, my son. Well, my eyes are closed. You've crossed over to spooked. Stay.
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Glenn Washington (1:35)
Nine years old, sitting in this church, angry. And my parents angry at these brethren, this place. And now they're preacher all puffed up, red faced, bug eyed steps to the podium commands us to open your Bible to Exodus 32. Here brethren. Moses climbs the mountain to see God. Do the people wait patient? They do not. Said they work with their forges, their ovens, with wickedness in their hearts with evil. Then look right here, look here, look here, look here. They pull a golden calf from the flame. What did they do then? The very worst thing you can do. They call this thing, this abomination, a God who needs that other God. When this one gleams golden, then they bow their heads before blasphemy. But know this, brethren, there's no surer way to summon the Lord than to mock him. The God that delivered them from slavery under Pharaoh stretches out his mighty hand and smites with fire and horror and pain for their betrayal.
Leanne Durant (2:52)
Remember that.
Glenn Washington (2:58)
If you want to see God face to face. You remember that. Later. Anger has an idea. I snatch two hangers from the hall closet, bring them back to my bedroom, strip the wires from the hangers, bend them, fashion them, work it just so. Then I cover it. Not with gold. I don't have any of that. Nah. Instead I wrap sheet after sheet of aluminum foil around it, pinch and shape it into a face, into horns. The body of a calf. I admire it for a moment. Beautiful. My own graven image. Then I went for a lull and the ever present noise of my household. Peek outside my bedroom, down the hall, push the front door open. Quiet, quiet, quiet. Pad down the front steps of our trailer. Aluminum calf wrapped tight in my jacket. Then I run out to the middle of the woods. My secret. Fast, fast. Run, run. Until I reach the spot rever,
Leanne Durant (4:23)
