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Chapter 29. The Head Polishing Church

May 2, 2010

The Head Polishing Church

Don Zhiss rocked his 290 lb. frame back and forth between the church’s theatre seats. He occasionally would stop and pat his right foot on the hardwood floor impatiently waiting to be called on. In his own words, he was ‘cited’ about getting testify.  He might be in his late 60’s but them old ladies tonight were just taking too much time and there was no fire in what they were saying. He couldn’t wait. Come on already!

Don was Jewish. He was 110% a literal son of Abraham. At Studebaker’s plant one day, a fellow employee named Lee Silvers had told him that the Jews had killed Jesus. Don was upset. He wanted to talk about that some more. Lee brought him to a basement church named Christ Temple on the corner of Elwood Ave. and Elmer St.

The preacher preached Don to the altar. He repented and received the Holy Ghost. Don also received the revelation of Jesus name baptism and was promptly baptized. When he understood that the Jesus in the New Testament was the Jehovah of the Old wrapped up in flesh, he became unstoppable.  He never stopped shouting when someone talked about the Mighty God in Christ.

Into his senior years, Don would lead victory marches and run the aisles. He rolled on the floor sometimes while he testified. If the service was tight, Don had a way of knocking the kinks out of it. He was a worshipper that would have made King David stop and take notice.

He was also highly uncoordinated and unpredictable. When running behind him, the men all knew that at anytime he might stop and turn around and run the other direction, bringing much confusion and injury to the runners.

This night, Don was fired up. He wanted to testify about Jesus Name. A first time visitor named Casey sat in front of Don.

Finally he got called on. He raised his voice and flailed his arms pacing back and forth. He shook the row of seats in front of him with both hands. The people clapped and shouted amen to encourage to him.

The half a teaspoon or so of saliva that Don was known to carry in his mouth began to spray has he exuberantly raved about Jesus name and the Holy Ghost.

Bald headed Casey sat unmoving and frozen with this giant of a man ranting behind him. When Don noticed he had just sprayed saliva all over the visitor’s head, he never missed a beat. While waving one arm high in the air and without so much as looking at what he was doing, Don pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket with the other hand and began to rub the visitor’s head.

He wiped the spit off of Casey’s head while his eyes stayed glued on the mortified pastor. He didn’t stop with a simple wipe, but kept on unconsciously polishing the now shiny dome while waving the other hand and bragging on Jesus.

Oh, by the way, Casey got the Holy Ghost that night.

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3 Comments leave one →
  1. Tom Anderson permalink
    May 3, 2010 7:35 am

    When you read something like this, the only word is wow ! ! !

  2. Matt Gaines permalink
    May 3, 2010 4:35 pm

    I love Bro. Don Zhiss. There was never a service that I was with him in where he did bring his shouting shoes and dancing socks!

  3. Nila Marxer permalink
    May 19, 2010 8:23 am

    I LOVE it! ha ha…

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