The Voice of God
04/25/03
Did you ever wonder what the Voice of God would look like? Wonder no longer, because here he is (the guy with the beard).
How do I know he's the Voice of God? He told me, silly (and the rest of the train). And really, don't the cats clinch it?
A train, Brooklyn
10 a.m. update: Had another preacher this morning, this one a remarkably loud-voiced woman in the first car of the C train. (Her voice, incidentally, was much louder than the Voice of God.) And when she started talking about how she had reached her destination, and praising the Lord, I was momentarily almost convinced that the world was about to end -- but no, she just meant that she was getting out at Jay Street.
For sheer religious fervor, there's nothing quite like the Fulton Local. In the last ten hours, at least.
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