There are a lot of churches in back-water North Carolina. Lots and lots. Blocks lined end-to-end with crosses and white billboards with Christian fortune cookie sayings. Did I mention there area lot of churches? To ensure salvation, people must hedge their bets and belong to more than one denomination to support this plethora of religiosity.
To see what all the hoopla was about, I went to a service at the Hobbsville Church of Holy Rolling Redemption and Auto Repair Shop. Once I could translate the accent, what I learned was that everyone was praying to get out of Hobbsville. There are certainly worse things to pray for.