“We opened up a church right in the middle of, uh, West Yorkshire.” She’s nervous too. “And the things we would see, I tell you, miracles, ya know? There would be about a child a week that would come in to our church, and we would tell them about Christ our savior and these children would bow down at the alter and pour out their soul to him. There was once a drunkard who came in because he wanted to get away from his ways before they killed him. We saved him, Bluffton Methodist…. We saved him.” There’s a single man who lets out an elderly ‘amen’. But, he amens at almost anything, so it’s not a compliment. How long did that last? Is that all we have? Yes! That’s all we have!
“Thank you for your time.” I say as we leave the stage. There is one final mild applause. The announcer returns to his podium for the last time.