No, this isn't a joke. You'll find a wonderful pome about a police chase to start us off and then you'll find three newspaper articles covering naked Pentecostals -- who aren't just naked, they're naked for Jesus!
Twenty Naked Pentacostals in a Pontiac Author: Chris Stuart, 1994 Album: Lonesome Town Artist: Cornerstone 1995 Folk Era Productions I was thumbin' my way down to Baton Rouge, Standin' on the side of the road, When a car pulled over and a voice cried out, "We'll take you where you want to go." I jumped inside, but to my surprise, They were naked as a poor man's toes. It was a tight situation when the whole congregation Said the devil was in my clothes. Twenty naked Pentacostals in a Pontiac, Brothers and sisters shoutin' in the back, Elders in the front, choir in the trunk, Twenty naked Pentacostals in a Pontiac. The sermon that morning was on Adam and Eve And the ways of the dreadful snake, Everybody was clappin' when the preacher pointed at me, My body began to shake. I threw off my shirt, and my shoes and my socks, My jeans and my BVDs. We were all in the nude, shoutin' "halleloo!" And singing "Sombody Touched Me." CHORUS We had the cruise control set to fifty-five, When a Smokey got on our tail, He pulled up beside, his eyes got wide, And the siren began to wail. We ran off the road toward the tree of life, Lord, the future was looking bleak, We hung on and prayed, everybody was saved, 'Cause we all knew how to turn the other cheek. CHORUS