The Porch Preacher
This is one of a series that I did commemorating our church history in the South. I don’t consider myself a proficient at painting people as I do landscapes, but still take on the challenge from time to time. The inspiration for this effort was the stories told by an old retired preacher of the early days when gatherings were held under brush arbors and front yards. I remember this preacher telling of one incident back in the Arkansas delta where the porch floor actually collapsed under him while he was preaching. I do have personal memories of different meetings where farm dogs were present and made themselves at home wherever they pleased. Gas lanterns and bugs were a standard item at these occasions when worship and preaching could go on far into the night.
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