When my family went to church, there was some singing of hymns, some sitting and standing, some quiet praying.  It was nice. There were no animals at all in the church, except for during the Christmas Pageant, when the little kids dressed up as sheep. But we didn’t even have enough of a Sunday School to showcase pageants too often.

This serpent jiving, snake whipping business, below, half-X-Files, half-WTF, would have shook things up some, and maybe drummed up more of a congregation.

Jolo, West Virginia: Dancing with the Snakes

The Snakey Road to Salvation

Tennessee: Take Up Serpents