Westchester county. Upstate New York:
A man sat in a church. The maintanence woman said that he'd been there all night.
The congregation had congregated for the morning service this Sunday in april.
The man stood up as the pastor was giving his sermon. The man began to sing an old church hymn.
It was a sad song all about the sins of the flesh and the evils ofsaid sins and the retribution of god and his undying mercy…
The pastor had to stop preaching. The mans voice was so beautiful. The whole church was entranced.
Feeling this must be gods work (and not wanting the congregation to think that he was out of the loop somehow) the pastor began to sing as well. Soon the whole church was singing along.
The man smiled. Turned out of his seat. And walked slowly down the aisle still singing.
Some people got up and followed him. The pastor was one of these, and most everyone else followed the pastor.
The man walked to the doors of the church. Threw them open and stepped outside his voice now hitting the climax of the song.
The churchcame a few yards behind as he stepped into the morning sunlight, burst into flames and exploded into a pile of ash.