A Wandering Star is Born
It was a Summer revival service. Big tent. Big crowd. When such things were still common in the south. The Old Time Religion held sway over this modern Saul who had in his youthful dissipation lost sight of the image of his god. A brace of preachers were queued on tonight's docket. Local boys who found religion at the end of their hedonistic exploits. A great reputation for invoking the spirit and moving the anxious to a profitable repentance. The boy sat on the edge of his seat, eyeing the young evangelist, longing to ask of him the mysteries of god. Longing to beg at his feet, desperate to feel the divine presence so abruptly lost to the cruel edge of sin and doubt. A boy's faith, stillborn in the birthing, refusing resuscitation, forever drowned and swallowed up beneath the waves of life as lived. The sermon was long, but the preacher kept up an admirable fervency. Hell was on the line. Hell and darkness,...