Ever since I first heard it, I've thought "Primitive Baptists" is the most hysterical name I ever heard for a denomination. What do you think, what do you picture, when you hear it?
I picture a bunch of guys in loincloths, carrying clubs, sitting on stone benches. The worship team beats rhythmically on hollowed logs. Maybe they drag their wives in by the hair with the club-hand, and carry a leg-bone to gnaw on in the other.
"Rock of Ages," of course.
Now Jeremy Weaver ruins all my fun by actually explaining what the denomination is all about.
Thanks a lot, Jeremy.
I like mine better.