Simi Stree Swag...Or Country Lean

     Country preachers, are some of the most interesting people on the planet, the stories they tell and the ones waived into their own fabric and existence make for their walk and standing. To raise up a church from the comfort of ones own home is an accomplishment, and caring for it, can out right bring the mean out of any one of them. Such is the story of Bruce Barns and his holy rollers.
     Those who knew Pastor Bruce Barns, knew him to be shady even though they never heard anything bad about him post his conversion. Oh yes, the record of his life and deeds before his meeting the Lord, was almost as long as the worst criminal in the whole State where Barns was from. But because he had never been arrested, it gave the perfect shelter to his ominous character. His walk with an old country lean made a spectacle out of him, but his swag for an old man, made him a force to be recon with.
     Winchester rifles, were the standard protection piece for making any home a fort against would be intruders, and it was not uncommon for  a preacher to have one, and sure nuff, Pastor Barns had his. The smile he sported, and the charm that matched, gave his family no reason to feel uneasy with the monster in the house. Matter of fact, the gun was all but forgotten it was there, as the membership grew, and so too the need for a bigger house and then the separation of church and home-comforts.
     The church Pastor Barns built, was a credit to his foresight, and a marvel to the community. Everybody who was anybody in the community had been to the church on several occasions and knew both its preacher and inside settings very well. However, as the church grew, so too its members and the would be problems that come with varying faces. Among some of the issues, were leadership in this or that or the other. One particular issue that seemed to be building steam, was Pastor Barns and his getting up in age, and whether or not he needed to be replace. A few of the newer members, felt a change needed to take place, for the new times called for different approaches. Now all that was good and fine, however, a few old members, trembled and one so bad he grabbed his wife in a scurry, and left one such meeting abruptly. Not getting a hit from such violent moment from this old couple, the ringleader in this enterprise kept pushing for said change.
     One Sunday morning when the church was full and in roaring color, this member got up in the front, and asked to meet with those after the service that wanted to participate in a discussion for change he was having after the service. This was the first time the old Preacher had heard of any changes, and his swag lose a little footing and became some what bowed up. The member and old deacon who had left the meeting weeks before, noticed the shift in his Pastor, and motioned to his wife it was time to leave the church for the day. The wife being obedient and without question, rose with her husband and filed out the church doors. The service was oddly short that Sunday, and the leader for the meeting for change was delighted. Too busy looking to see who would come for the meeting, this fiery member did not notice the Pastor file out the back door. When the Pastor came back in the church, he pointed a strange object at the ceiling and pulled the trigger.  He's got a gun!!! rang out through out the church, as men and members started jumping out of windows and women with tight skirts chose doors for obvious reasons. Yes there was a change that Sunday, and the Pastor with his simi street swag or his country lean presided over it.