Dark taxi, small town, long night

Adam Hillard was lonely. He was lonely. He was lonely. He was
lonely. Ah, the thoughts of a man in a empty, cold, dark train. Adam
was in fact a bonafide preacher in the church of the, well his
denomination is not as important as is his discovery. He was on a trip
from Chicago to Los Angles on Amtrak train on his way to a Christian
Coalition Convention. This exciting life of Adam started in Culpeper
Virginia. Culpeper is about sixty miles from Washington DC, far enough
from the big cities to be "normal", close enough not to be a red neck,
so he thought. He was the son of a - preacher man, no actually a dry
cleaner. The son of a preacher would be to obvious, and life never is.
His father worked 4am till 7pm everyday in the heat and chemicals
cleaning businessmen suits who think that beer stains are easy to
remove. He wanted better, or as some cynical people would say worse for
his son. He graduated from high school and went to Liberty College in
Lynchburg to study near Reverend Falwel. He received a, not liberal,
education and left with bright eyes and filled with ideas of gods love,
and of course that AIDS was God's punishment for homosexuals. His
congregation was in Millville New Jersey were he presided over a group
not to overly concerned with knowledge or even religion just raising
their children, the men going to the bowling alley every Wednesday
night to drink a few beers, and every couple weekends during the summer
going to the ocean with the family. After the service he would go to
see the children in sunday school and answer questions. Occasionally he
was asked why does God let bad things happen to good people. When ever
he was asked this he always gives the same answer, God works in
mysterious ways that we can not understand. That always shuted those
atheists up. Adam had a theory about peoples religions. There are five
kind of religious people. There are atheists whom believe there is no
God. There are people whom want to believe there is a God, they are
called agnostics. Then there are most people. Some go to church, some
don't, they just are christian because their parents were and don't
have the will or guts to change. Then there are the christians that
give other christians a bad name. They use the bible to support their
racist and sexist ideas. They are called bigots. The last follow the
example of christ and are nice to everyone, even there enemies. They
annoy the rest of us with their unchangeable beliefs. They are called
gone.
But we are digressing. When Adam Hillard was a boy he always wanted to
go on a long trip on a train. But now he was and did not like as much
as he thought. It was mid-November and there was a blizzard raging.
Over the trains intercom system came the tried and crackly voice of the
conductor causing the muzak that had been playing to slowly disrepair
in the air of the nearly empty car. "We have just been informed by the
national weather service that between our location, which is about 45
miles from Ogallala Nebraska or 40 miles from Sterling Colorado",
Hillard sighed as he thought no one on this train knows or cares where
they are they just want to get to Los Angales, "is in the worst of the
storm, which we are, um uh, currently being affected by so we will be,
unfortunately, be required to stop at Sterling and stay there for the
night. In the town the are a few motels so you will be able to get a
got nights rest. I would like to thank you for your cooperation and
thank you for riding Amtrak". When the muzak reappeared on the intercom
it non threatening sound almost sounded comfortable. After another hour
the train, finally pulled into the station at the relief of all those
on board. As Adam stepped out of the train his face was smacked by the
near hurricane force winds as if he had personally insulted the
girlfriend of the wind, and maybe he did it had been a long trip. As he
struggled against the wind a strange thought came to his mind like
alcoholic to a library, with out warning and for no reason. He thought
that, unlike him normally he would go to the best restaurant in town
and spend a lot of money because after all it was the church's money
not his. Then it came to him, this is nowhere Colorado and he would be
lucky if they had a comfort inn. Once again light bulb went off over
his head. He did not know where anything was in this desolate hell hole
and they probably did not have taxis. But as soon as that thought left
his head two head lights like a lighthouse of Cape Cod on a stormy
winter night appeared in the snow as if by some divine intervention,
yet he laughed to himself that Jesus didn't change one taxi into
hundreds to move a large multitude of people. He was not a funny man.
As it approached he felt the sensation of the hairs on his neck
standing on end. He also looked around and noticed that he was alone in
the blowing snow of the night. The taxi stopped beside him before Adam
had the chance to raise is hand. Adam opened the back door and pulled
his tried body into the yellow savior. As his tried back hit the seat
his eyes glanced at the driver. He did a double take as if in a cartoon
of some over sugared, over televisioned, and other weight child. The
driver was the son of God himself, Jesus Christ of Nazareth, son of the
virgin Mary, lamb of God, king of kings, and every possible title to be
given to an unlikely God. He was not black, he was not a woman, and he
was not white. He was comforting. Adam didn't make a sound or move a
hair just stared. "Are yoooou Jesus", Adam whispered. "Yes, I am the
one you call Jesus Christ". "I am here because I feel you have a
conflict in your heart, please tell what you are feeling". "I feel love
for you my lord", Adam said in a kind up slave face, shielding himself.
" No, tell me what you are really feeling, you are starting to doubt
why you are a Reverend, are you not?", Jesus said . "Yesss, I, um don't
feel I am doing any good, the people they don't care what religion is,
they only care about doing the "right" thing, they were making me doubt
you, father". Jesus spoke "It says in Deuteronomy 22:22 "If a man
guilty of a capital offense is put to death and his corpse hung on a
tree, it shall not remain on the tree overnight". Adam looked puzzled
while Jesus grinned and laughed. "What does that have to do with
anything my Lord" said Adam. Jesus pulled out a gun and pointed it at
Adam's head. "Get out of the car, Rev". As Adam walked into a nearby
ditch Jesus took his wallet and bible from his suit. "Have fun"
exclaimed Jesus, and shot Adam in the back of this head at point blank
range. Adam fell to the snow covered ground and his blood poured from
his skull. Jesus then got back into the car and sped away on the lonely
road.