So here we are at the end of the First Church of the Holy Rollers story. There are still a lot of kinks that need to be worked out, but I hope you enjoyed reading it anyway.
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Arlena recently called me on Skype to catch up. Out of curiosity I asked her about the Holy Roller Church. She said Pastors Dave and Jenny felt called to step down from the ministry, so they no longer preach there. She didn’t know what they’ve been up to since then, though, but she did tell me that Petey suddenly passed away a year or two ago. Everyone else, she said, was doing all right. Their church building went up seven years ago, so they no longer met at my old high school anymore.
I Googled the Holy Roller Church and found their Facebook page. The church building looks nice; it’s not exactly a megachurch, but it’s still a good-sized church. The new pastors, Darrell and Wanda, are an African-American couple that often preached in Pastor Dave’s place if he had to be out of town. They never made the church run around the room whenever they preached, so I figure they are doing a good job leading the Holy Roller Church now. The choir has grown from just four people to an actual choir, made up of mostly young African-Americans. There are a couple of videos of them singing on YouTube. They sound great, although I always preferred black gospel over ‘80s praise and worship.
Looking back, I’m not sure how I should feel about my Holy Roller Church years. Should I be bitter, or should I just accept that there was a lot of good and bad? The most I guess I can say about the Holy Roller Church is it was stepping stone in my crazy little journey through the Church.