The Gospel Salesman
A gospel salesman arrived in our town the other day. I had no pressing business to pursue, so I decided to observe him for awhile. His first official act was to select a shady park bench near the square and sit down. By and by, he rummaged in a battered train case for a brown paper bag, from which he extracted a sandwich. He bowed his head for a moment, eyes closed, and hands folded in his lap. Then he picked up the sandwich…