Apparently Phil did not see his shadow, which means the end of winter is near. Let’s celebrate by reliving one of the greatest moments in Groundhog Day history. Jimmy, take it away!
Snakes? – The son of a snake-handling Kentucky preacher who died from a snakebite says he’s recovering from his own rattlesnake wound.
Cody Coots tells the Lexington Herald-Leader () he was bitten on a finger as he removed snakes from a cage on Monday.
The 21-year Coots says he declined medical treatment from an ambulance crew. Instead, he says he relied on prayer for healing.
Coots says he told the Lord he wouldn’t go to the hospital.
He says his hand swelled and he vomited repeatedly, but by Tuesday the pain was gone.
Coots is a fourth-generation snake handler and had been bitten five times previously.
His father, Jamie Coots, died of a snakebite in February. Following his death, Cody Coots took over as pastor of the Full Gospel Tabernacle in Jesus Name church in Middlesboro, Kentucky.
I sincerely don’t understand this. The snake handling part makes sense. People have been handling snakes for million of years. But if I saw my father die from getting bit by a venomous snake and refusing to get medical help, I’d probably get medical help if I got bit by a venomous snake. Maybe that makes me unfaithful. Maybe that makes me a non-believer. But I’d rather be alive with two fully functioning hands and a rocky faith system than dead. Deader than a dead moose. I guess that’s the difference between myself and a snake handler. I’m not insane.