Not about actually doing it, of course. Because, you know - snakes.
But for some reason <cough> Nyquil <cough> this afternoon I found myself thinking about what exactly, in the mind of the snakehandler, is the point of snakehandling as a religion. What the point is in the mind of the snake is somewhat clearer, and usually runs along the lines of:
'Man, what a nice day under the heat lamp.
Hey! Hey, what the Hell do you think you're do....
OK buddy... put me down. No. Seriously. Put me down.
I am totally going to bite you if you don't put me down
right now. Right. FREAKIN. NOW!
Holy crap, is that my tail all the way down there?'
Little known fact - all snakes think in screenplay format.
So I've boiled down some theories as to what exactly the Snakehandler thinks the point of the exercise is-
A: It makes them look a lot more badass than Episcopalians, and that in itself makes it worth doing.
B: It's symbolically reclaiming the metaphorical source of original sin and shaking it until it pees itself.
C: It's both a sign of faith and a confirmation that you still have the blessings of the Lord. Like one of those focus group trust exercises, but with fangs.
D: There tends to be a lot of genetic deterioration due to inbreeding in the areas where snakehandling is most widely practiced.
E: All of the above.