On the same block of almost any southern city of 100,000 or more, you're likely to find genteel Episcopalians worshiping in a neo-Gothic sanctuary next to a storefront church of hallelujah-shouting neo-Pentecostals.
The fry cook at the local Southern restaurant is likely to be a part-time preacher who reads Immanuel Kant as he is to be a Holy Roller. Snake-handling ministers, though diminishing, are still around. In the Southern way of religious life, all this makes perfectly good sense.
G. Lee Ramsey. Preachers and Misfits, Prophets and Thieves: The Minister in Southern Fiction