There is a small country church that
only appears when it is raining. To say where this church is,
however, is impossible except to say down lonely roads wherever it is
raining, for indeed people have reported seeing the church in
countless cities spanning several continents on the same day, perhaps
during the same storm. There are those who say that it is a ghost
church whose congregation of the dead and the damned beckons new
parishioners to join them. They say the church is atoning eternally
for some past sin. Perhaps. Who can say with certainty, for if legend
is to be believed, none who enter are ever seen again to tell tale of
the sermon. Of course, legends have a tendency to exaggerate, and if
the church truly does appear all over the world, it would not be
impossible for a man to enter in Topeka, Kansas and step out in the
Amazon rain forest, and how should he get home then? He has not been
taken by the ghostly church, but the difference is semantic to those
back home. Then there are those who dare to wonder where the church's
inhabitants go when the rain stops. To this, I say, I do not know,
but it is always raining somewhere, so should you find yourself in a
strange church on a rainy day, rest assured that if you step outside
after the sermon and find your are not in Kansas anymore, you may at
least take comfort in the fact that you are not lost forever, but
merely misplaced for the time being.
- Originally mailed to D. Garner from Biloxi, Mississippi
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