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.
Idk how anyone took this negro seriously tbh
