Document Type

Article

Publication Date

4-1997

Abstract

I’ve never been particularly comfortable with the word holiness. Some of it dates back to childhood, when holiness referred to a church on the outskirts of town. There, practices took place which were alien to this Baptist preacher’s kid and to most of those I knew. We kids occasionally whispered about the “goings on” out there, but we only whispered since one of our number was the daughter of their preacher.

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