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Greg Garrett
Dept. of English
Baylor University
author of the novels Free Bird, Cycling, and Shame, the memoirs
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SERPENTS
by
Greg Garrett
smart girl, but it’s also true that I have made some mistakes of
when I was fifteen and didn’t know everything I know now. My great-
about thirty miles out in the country. This was all about a hundred
years ago. He’s dead and all, but the Episcopal Church has made him
we’re all saints in Jesus Christ, and since my family didn’t believe that
Lord. The only woman who ever talks in our services is Sister Eloise
generations, and I don’t think many people have ever heard about
our name was German. “Scandinavian,” I said. So much for our Indian
blood. We are all of us Holiness people white and pretty poor, and
open the boxes where the poisonous snakes are, rattlesnakes and
water moccasins mostly, and take them out and hold them up high
and pass them around, and if the Spirit is strong in them, they won’t
get bit, or if they do get bit, at least they probably won’t die. It’s a
strange and holy thing and it beats just about everything I ever heard
of. I have seen people get bit and some of them have gotten real sick,
but nobody has died since 1954, when the church had to go
underground for awhile. Brother Claude Butler has been bit above a
the country in the 1930s. His father came across from Tennessee
reason land could be got cheap here was because it was all blowing
few years back, and I remember thinking then about Brother Claude
and his family and wondering what kind of fool would come to a state
which was mostly airborne, but that was usually as far as I got,
ended up thinking about Jeremy, who was Claude’s only son and who
was two years older than me, and who was chosen in the eyes of the
since he was filled with the Holy Ghost at ten years old, and he had
been handling snakes since he was twelve and had never been bit
once. He even preached now and again at our church and other
of these things. I could stare all I wanted when everyone else was
looking at him too, but I was ashamed to look at him other times
because he was so holy and because even though I prayed with all my
might and opened myself up to God, I couldn’t get the Spirit to save
Book of Matthew about the man who built his house on solid rock and
the man who built his house on sand and said that the solid rock was
Jesus Christ and the sand was the world and that the world could up
and blow away anytime, which I guess he and his family would know
more about than most, but the rock would stay firm in place, the rock
would not be moved. He was wearing his one dark blue suit which was
shiny at the elbows and the knees and a white shirt and a blue tie,
which is mostly how the men were dressed. We women wore blouses
and skirts and our hair was long and pinned up on top of our heads
because Paul said in First Timothy that we should dress with modesty
and in First Corinthians that our long hair should be our glory.
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and back and shook his head, although his hair never moved. That
man used more hairspray than anybody I ever heard of. He danced a
Amen.
“You better know who your savior is. You better know his name
is Jesus. You better know he gave us the Holy Ghost to fill us up and
draw us to him.”
“He gave us the Holy Ghost to give us power over this world.
Power over the things of this world. Power to resist the serpent. Power
Amen.
Brother Claude wrote about Christ the Solid Rock, and the Spirit was
moving, the guitar was playing and the tambourines jangling, and
cages and began taking them out. My dad pulled out a four-foot rattler
that wound around his arm and went to rattling and raising back its
praising God. He passed the snake to Jeremy, who took the snake just
behind the head and brought it close to his face and danced in a circle
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and his face was bright and eyes were shining and I wanted to feel
what he was feeling and at the same time I wanted to be that snake
take away those unholy thoughts, and before I knew it church was
over and we were outside under the tall cottonwood trees having
dinner, fried chicken and potato salad and baked beans and cole slaw
and my mom’s chocolate pudding cake that was so rich and moist that
him before, and it was good that he did most of the talking at first,
squeeze past.
my dad would kill me for sneaking out of the house, and he would
surely misunderstand if I tried to tell him where I was going and who
I’d be with.
daddy goes to sleep.” Besides being our pastor, Brother Claude was
work before dawn. I had a tingling feeling that I thought might be the
“Okay,” I said.
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wheat brushing against my shins. The moon was big and bright and I
saw well enough. When I arrived at the church, Jeremy’s car, an old
Mustang, was parked around back. He was waiting inside the church.
door and led me down to the front altar. “I don’t want anybody to be
able to see from the road.” I thought the church was far enough in the
country that no one was likely to see lights, but I could see the cages,
and that’s all I wanted to see.
moccasin, long and gleaming black, with white around his mouth. “You
his other hand, and then he raised it above his head and the snake
was draped over his shoulder and around his neck and was opening
At first Jeremy didn’t act like he heard me. Then he looked over
undraped the snake from his shoulders and gave him over into my
hands. I took hold of him about midway along his body and my arm
muscles strained to hold him straight out. His tail dangled below my
arm, but he raised his head and body to look at me, and his eyes
gleamed in the dim light, and he wasn’t at all slimy like I thought he
would be but dry and cool, and there were thoughts that went through
It was just me and the snake, like we were the only things in the
room, in the whole world, and we regarded each other and he coiled
on and around me and I could feel the weight and the movement and
the thrill and the fear and the peace all at once.
“I knew you wanted to,” Jeremy said from a long way off, only it
must not have been a long way off, because all of a sudden I felt his
strong hands at my waist and him nestled in right against me, and it
surprised me so I yelled and lost my grip, and in trying to push Jeremy
away from me, I let the snake uncoil and drop to the floor right in front
of us. Much closer now I heard Jeremy shout “Great God Almighty!”
which I thought at the time might be a prayer but now am pretty sure
it wasn’t.
toward us.
into him.”
me, that’s all. There’s no more demon spirit in that snake than there is
in me.”
way that his father’s hair never ever would, and then turned his
his foot. “I can’t pick it up now,” he said. “It’ll kill me sure as there’s a
God in Heaven.”
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though, he picked up one of the folding chairs to fend it off like a lion
pinning its head to the concrete floor with one of the legs, which got
harder with the chair until finally the snake quit thrashing and quit
seat. His snake-taming chair fell to the floor and rang against the
concrete.
I sat down next to him. I wasn’t mad at him anymore, just felt a
hollowness which must have been sadness about the snake, which
had been a beautiful creature. I was also a little scared about what
“You shouldn’t oughta drop a snake just because a guy puts his
arms around you,” he said, and he smiled at me, and then he leaned
over and kissed me, and I realized that the tingling feeling I’d had
when I talked to him on the phone was not the Spirit moving, had
nothing in fact to do with the Spirit, but was pretty powerful in its own
way and could even be life-changing if I didn’t get up and get out of
there, which is what I did. He wanted to drive me home, but I didn’t let
him. I walked across the fields of grain under the full moon and
boy,” he said and raised an eyebrow before handing the phone over to
me.
tonight.”
“I can’t,” I said.
the Spirit.”
“I put the snake back in the cage. Maybe the other snakes ate
him. He was gone when I looked in on them this morning. Are you
coming?”
“I don’t want to,” which I knew was a lie as soon as I said it. I
been pretty confident for whatever reason and I guess he had every
right to be, because come midnight I had made my way across the
fields and through the fences and into the dimly-lit church.
pray over these snakes this time before we open the cages. You’ve
God.”
long prayer which confessed our weakness and frailty on our own and
our strength in Jesus and made reference to the serpent that Moses
lifted up and how people who looked on it wouldn’t die but would live.
Every now and then he would look over at me and then he would
smile and go back to talking. He went on for so long that I was near to
the Lord to give me strength and fill my weak vessel with the Holy
to my feet.
down at the cages. “He’s got a terrarium in his bedroom that always
has a couple of snakes in it. The light bulb stays on all the time to
keep them warm. It was like a night light when I was little.” He opened
the lid, and several snakes stirred inside. Without looking, he reached
in and took one and pulled it out and raised it up. It was a rattler with
flight. A look came into Jeremy’s eyes that I knew from church, a look
that said he was deep into something, and he brought that rattler up
close to his face. The snake drew back to strike and launched a sort of
hung there, and Jeremy began to shuffle and then to turn, and then to
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do a jig full out in a circle and to move the snake up and down until he
was all but slinging it around, and they were a blur of motion and
pounding with fear and longing until, at last, after a time that could
have been a few seconds and could have been an hour, Jeremy
my grasp like he sure didn’t plan to put up with any more of this, but
then we looked each other in the eyes, and that feeling came over me
that nothing could happen to me, like I was completely safe and under
God’s care, and I thanked Him for watching over me and it seemed
that I could hear Him answer, and when I came to myself, Jeremy was
He took the snake gently from me and laid him back in the cage,
and then he closed it and just stood there for a little bit before turning
back around.
since I didn’t think men even knew how to use that word in a
“I know it,” I said. He walked across and took me in his arms and
he kissed me long and hard and I let him. I kissed him hard myself. I
let him ease me down into a chair and I might have let him do more
than that but for the fact that there came a noise behind us and all
the lights went on and I looked up, and there was Jeremy’s father
There was a silence that came over the place then, and it lasted
for the few moments it took Brother Claude to hoist his jaw back into
pretty audacious theory to advance when your daddy has just caught
you with your hand up a girl’s shirt, but maybe it wasn’t so audacious
is a holy vessel?”
complete truth to me, and I knew it. I thought Satan must have
and now he was stuffing my mouth with untruths like the Father of
Lies he was. I was so filled with shame I started to cry, and I couldn’t
ran out the back of the church and across the fields like there were
demons on my trail, and I didn’t let up until I climbed into bed and
threw the covers over my head and lay there until I fell asleep
praying for forgiveness, and for strength to resist Satan, and for
another blessing sometime in my life like I’d felt handling the snake,
and for Brother Claude and Jeremy and their ministries, and for the
because I was still awake and while I was praying I didn’t have to lie
All Right,” and even before the sermon or the praying over the snakes,
some of the men danced down to the front of the church and the
music swirled and I could feel the excitement building as the snakes
got handed from one man to another and all of a sudden I stood up
and I stepped to the altar and I took the big thick rattler from Brother
Earl Barnes before he could think about what he was doing and I
turned around to the people and raised it up to God and from what I
heard later, I danced before the Lord with the snake in my hands and
my eyes up to Heaven.
It didn’t last long. Brother Claude was deep in the Spirit, but
when he could see what was going on, he went cold silent and the
electric guitar stopped playing and the church stopped singing and the
and praising God, their eyes were all on me and the room was silent. I
dropped the snake to my side and then handed him back to Brother
Earl who drew back from me like he was happier to touch the snake
than he was to touch me. I looked around the church and saw every
concrete floor, and for Jeremy, who was likewise checking for
structural defects.
knew neither of those things was likely to happen and that I was just
all my life and whose mouths were now open and eyes wide. My
and sat next to my father. I tried to take his hand, which I hadn’t done
since I was a baby girl, but he pulled it free of my grasp and crossed
his arms and stared straight down and left me sitting as alone as I’d
handkerchief from his coat pocket and wiped his forehead and then
“This is our sword and shield, our strength, our day-to-day guide
woman’s not to force her way to the front of the church, and she’s not
from Adam’s rib to stand beside him, and anybody who thinks that
what we saw here today is of God is deceived by the lies of the world
women who are of this world. Don’t believe it. Don’t believe it for a
second.”
“Let us pray for our sister. Let us ask God to forgive her for her
blasphemy.”
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shovel I guess I would have tried to dig my way into the concrete.
and he wiped his forehead again. “And it pains me to say this, but the
pastor is the authority over the souls of his flock, and what I say about
our sister now, I have to say. The other night I walked through that
here with her hands all over my boy here, this holy vessel of God.”
There was a rustling, like people were trying to shift as far away
from me as they possibly could and still sit on their chairs. I heard
mother began to weep softly. I started to get up and run for the door,
stood there while Brother Claude went on about the Whore of Babylon
and how women were always the ruination of man, and slowly my
father raised his hand, not to heaven, like he did when he was in the
Spirit and speaking in tongues, but he raised his hand and pointed one
“You got no call to talk about my girl that way,” my father said.
His voice was quiet as always, but in that silence you could have
heard a worm crawl. “Cynthia’s a good Christian girl. Never has give
us cause to worry. I’ve seen the way your holy vessel there looks at
her. I don’t think she’s to blame here, no matter what you say.”
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people between them drew to one side or the other like spiritual
way of illustration, “says I’ve got authority over this flock. And
“Or out of the flock,” my father said, and he took my hand and
took my mother’s hand and lifted us up and led us out the back of the
church. We didn’t speak a word to each other on the way home and
didn’t say much all that day, as I remember. I don’t think I could have
spoken a word if I’d wanted to. All I could do was throw my arms
around my father and weep into his broad shoulder and he held me
tight and at last he pushed me back and wiped my face and said,
And I believed him, but I also know it says somewhere that God
helps those who help themselves, so that night I snuck out the window
and walked to the church. The moon wasn’t as bright, and I stumbled
more than once. The door was locked, but I let myself in a window and
walked down front to where the snakes were kept. I took two
rattlesnakes and three water moccasins out of the cages and put them
in two old plaid pillow cases I had brought from home. Then I hauled
them through the dark night to the Butler’s house and circled the
white frame farm house until I heard Brother Claude snoring through
an open window and saw the glow of his snake lamp inside, and I
hoisted myself up and emptied the snakes onto his comforter and as I
The papers say he got bit at least six times. It didn’t kill him,
though. Like I said, he’s been bit over a hundred times in his life, and I
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guess God has some good reason for keeping him around, although
I’m hard pressed just now to think what that reason might be.
away from God than the Devil ever could, but it didn’t drive my family
away from God, even though we did have a genuine crisis of faith
there for awhile and we have never been back to the Church of Jesus
church, and although I know they feel the loss of their old friends and
speaking in tongues and snake-handling like a hole in their hearts,
that now they think that most everyone besides Catholics are going to
Heaven.
course right now I’m the only Episcopalian in town, but I think that’s
okay. That just means that if any more ever show up, I can be their
leader.