Salvation?

Hughes story really makes me think about how vulnerable we are as childeren.  I remember my view of God was that he was a God to fear and that if you did anything bad then he would punish you.  How he must have felt so alone with his secret crying under the quilts and his grandmother thinking that he was crying because the Holy Ghost had come into his life, when it was that he didn't want to disappoint her by saying that he had lied and decieved everyone in the church.

Hughes expresses alot of emotion in this writing and description.  You can feel the anticipation as they sit there waiting for this wonderful thing to happen in the hot, crowded church.  The way he describes the sermon, and all the moans and shouts. 

Hughes began this essay with bland scentences without any emotion then speeds up the cressendo all through the essay to where you feel like you are sitting in the hot church right next to him.  He ends the essay the same way he began, bland and bland with no emotion.  Matter of fact.

I kind of felt like it left me hanging, wanting more.  I wanted to know if his faith got restored when he got older.

I wonder if why he named this "Salvation?"  Maybe it was since Jesus didn't come to help him, he desided he didn't believe anymore and that in itself is his own salvation.