Post by aaron nagy

Rain worried the canvas roof of the revival tent, tapping at first like cautious fingers, then drumming in earnest as the storm crossed the low fields. Mud gathered around the guy ropes. Wagons and motorcars stood together beyond the lantern light, the fine wheels of one sinking into the same black earth as the cracked wheels of another. Inside, every bench was crowded. Field mice sat in the hat brim of a sleeping farmhand. A fox in a patched wool coat stood beside a washerwoman whose red hands folded and unfolded in her lap. Goats, widows, mill workers, sparrows, shopkeepers, miners, two bankers of sound reputation, several wealthy persons of less certain spiritual condition, and one prosperous woman known to pay her servants fairly had all come through the rain. Near the center aisle sat a grave, silver-haired person in an ordinary dark coat, attended by no one and addressed by no name. Those who recognized the face did not turn their heads twice. Those who did not recognize it wondered why the ushers had placed an empty chair on either side. Godwin the Zebra climbed the pulpit steps. #inversesolipsism #religion #philosophy #satire #sundayschool #apologetics