All hail king Jesus! All hail king Jesus! All hail king Jesus? Yes, all hail king Jesus? As everyone sang those four words at the top of their lungs. As she led with such beautiful tone and smooth crescendo. I, for the first two times the chorus was sung, sang it too. I sang it with all of me, because, you know, it’s Sunday morning, in a charismatic church, it’s what you gotta do. But also, what kind of Christian are you if you aren’t worshipping? My right arm, beaded and all, stringed up with my wrist wear collection from the past year, gradually being lifted above my shoulders. All hail king Jesus. My left hand following suit. But the more I sang the song. (It was sung before the service started and during it.) The harder it became for me. The statement slowly became a question. I saw, flashed before my eyes shut tight, Doubt. Doubt like the monster you were afraid of when the light went off at night. Doubt like that character from the horror