“You then,” he said impatiently, pointing at the next one. “What church you belong to?” “Church of Christ,” the boy said in a falsetto to hide the truth. “Church of Christ!” Haze repeated. “Well, I preach the Church Without Christ. I’m member and preacher to that church where the blind don’t see and the lame don’t walk and what’s dead stays that way. Ask me about that church and I’ll tell you it’s the church that the blood of Jesus don’t foul with redemption.”
