If you gonna pawg, that's the way you do it. See the way she looking at him? That's devotion.
I mean that damn near looks like parody
If you gonna pawg, that's the way you do it. See the way she looking at him? That's devotion.
I mean that damn near looks like parody
When members of Father Divine flock died
They just let the bodies rot
Because they believe u can't die
So they renounced anyone who did die and acted like they never existed
Or said that the reason they did die was because they sinned
Father Divine was also having sex with women although he claimed to be abstinent
I don’t blame him I would have done the same
My family from Georgia/SC followed Sweet Daddy Grace. There is a funny story I've told on here before about my grandfather taking my mom and her siblings down to visit family in Augusta. They go to the UHOP one Sunday because growing up, he loved to hear the brass bands. While in church, everybody start singing what was a gospel song, can't remember which one, but the words for "Jesus" was changed to "Sweet Daddy". My mother, who was little at the time, start singing along. My grandfather start noticing her singing "sweeeet daddy". And he said that was it for him... he told them that he'll be damned, the only nikka they gone call "daddy" is him. He rounded them all up and left, never to step back in a UHOP again.
Our cousins who are still in the UHOP are the nicest people in the world. It hurts our heart knowing they in a cult.
But you can't tell them shyt about the UHOP.
Daddy Grace was scary as shyt. He had that perm, wore long ass nails, was draped in a cape most of the times, but that nikka was always driving around in slick ass cadillacs.
Today, the UHOP is known for their lunches that they sell. If you're in DC, go to a local UHOP for lunch. They sell soul food dinners. shyt be flames.
Best lunch you can get in DC.
That's wild
My family from Georgia/SC followed Sweet Daddy Grace. There is a funny story I've told on here before about my grandfather taking my mom and her siblings down to visit family in Augusta. They go to the UHOP one Sunday because growing up, he loved to hear the brass bands. While in church, everybody start singing what was a gospel song, can't remember which one, but the words for "Jesus" was changed to "Sweet Daddy". My mother, who was little at the time, start singing along. My grandfather start noticing her singing "sweeeet daddy". And he said that was it for him... he told them that he'll be damned, the only nikka they gone call "daddy" is him. He rounded them all up and left, never to step back in a UHOP again.
Our cousins who are still in the UHOP are the nicest people in the world. It hurts our heart knowing they in a cult.
But you can't tell them shyt about the UHOP.
Daddy Grace was scary as shyt. He had that perm, wore long ass nails, was draped in a cape most of the times, but that nikka was always driving around in slick ass cadillacs.
Today, the UHOP is known for their lunches that they sell. If you're in DC, go to a local UHOP for lunch. They sell soul food dinners. shyt be flames.
Best lunch you can get in DC.
Imma check it tyThere is a documentary on him on Tubi TV and it was on Prime video
PropsFunny, I just got of the phone with my father. Asked him about Father Divine, he's in his 80s and tired. He woke up real quick though, "yeah i remember him!" He told me to look up Elder Beck. There's such a rich history that if not for the internet and these old folks still alive would be forgotten.
If you gonna pawg, that's the way you do it. See the way she looking at him? That's devotion.
I mean that damn near looks like parody
Wasn’t Wallace Fard a white manThis is a rabbit hole I'm gonna dive into later
The mystery of Fard's disappearance
Wasn’t Wallace Fard a white man
This is a rabbit hole I'm gonna dive into later
The mystery of Fard's disappearance