The French Broad Revival

Amos & Lenny

After burying his wife, Amos left his hollow in Madison County — the only home he'd ever known — and literally wandered into Asheville. He didn’t plan it. He just started walking one day and didn’t go back. With no close kin left and a mind that had begun to fray, he found shelter in porches, back pews, and alleyways.

One rainy evening not long after the move, Lenny spotted Amos sitting alone outside his church — soaked through, notebook clutched to his chest. Lenny recognized the look: hollow-eyed, soul-weary, and somewhere between this world and the next.

He offered Amos a towel and a warm meal. No questions. Just company. Amos came back the next day, and the next, and Lenny never turned him away.

Over time, Lenny helped Amos find a place to rent in the neighborhood — a narrow apartment over an old beauty shop. It raised more than a few eyebrows. A snake-handling white preacher, once known for fire and brimstone, moving into a tight-knit Black neighborhood. Folks whispered. But Amos never imposed. He just showed up — quiet, strange, barefoot more often than not — and somehow made space for himself.

To everyone’s surprise, Amos and Lenny have become close over the years — not through doctrine or beliefs, but through shier reverence and faith.