Several times here at Moonhowlings I have referenced snake handlers as a religion. Now, I have never known any up close and personal but I do know there was a community of them in Scottsville when I was growing up. They were famous to the locals, who were the people from Charlottesville. However, to me, actually it is sort of just an expression, meaning extremism in religion. I don’t think I actually even thought there were any real snake handlers left.
Photo journalist Lauren Pond recently watched a snake handler die for his faith. According to the Washington Post:
This is what I saw through my camera lens: Pastor Randy “Mack” Wolford, tossing and turning on the couch in his mother-in-law’s West Virginia trailer, suffering from the pain of a rattlesnake bite he had received earlier in the day. Parishioners surrounding him in prayer in the stifling heat. His mother stroking his feet, her expression a mixture of concern, sorrow and, eventually, acceptance: This is how her eldest son — a legend in the local Pentecostal serpent-handling community — would die.
Camera in hand, I watched as the man I’d photographed and gotten to know over the past year writhed, turned pale and slipped away, a victim of his unwavering faith, but also a testament to it. A family member called paramedics when Mack finally allowed it, but it was too late. Mack Wolford drew his final, labored breaths late Sunday night. He was 44.
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