第23部分(第8/8頁)

iles　down　the　road　from　us　when　I　was　six　or　so。　Delfines　had　chopped　his　son's　little　finger　off　with　a　hatchet；　an　accident　which　had　occurred　when　the　boy　unexpectedly　moved　his　hand　on　a　log　he'd　been　holding　on　the　backyard　chopping　block　for　his　dad。　Roy　Delfines　said　he　had　practically　worn　out　the　carpet　with　his　knees　that　fall　and　winter；　and　in　the　spring　the　boy's　finger　had　grown　back。　Even　the　nail　had　grown　back。　I　believed　Roy　Delfines　when　he　testified　at　Thursday…night　rejoicing。　There　was　a　naked；　unplicated　honesty　in　what　he　said　as　he　stood　there　talking　with　his　hands　jammed　deep　into　the　pockets　of　his　biballs　that　was　impossible　not　to　believe。　〃It　itch　him　some　when　thet　finger　started　ing；　kep　him　awake　nights；〃　Roy　Delfines　said；　〃but　he　knowed　it　was　the　Lord's　itch　and　let　it　be。〃　Praise　Jesus；　The　Lord　Is　Mighty。

Roy　Delfines's　story　was　only　one　of　many；　I　grew　up　in　a　tradition　of　miracles　and　healings。　I　grew　up　believing　in　gris…gris；　as　well　（only；　up　in　the　hills　w