"Good to see you, Frank. What brings you out so late on a wintry night like this?"
"I was just sitting in my den, staring at the television, when I heard this knock on the door. There was no one there, but someone left this sack on the porch. You won't believe it, Rev, but it's there, sure as it's cold outside."
"What's there, Frank?"
Hodges bent over the table and undid the top of the sack. "Come look for yourself."
Reverend Comb reached out and undid the top of the sack wider and peered inside.
"My God, Frank, what on earth is it?"
"Nothing on earth. Reverend, I think that is God."
As both men bent over the sack, a sudden brilliant light filled the room.
"What do you think, Rev?"
"Yes," said Comb. "Yes, of yes, Frank. It is It IS!"
Both men stood transfixed, listening to sounds and seeing sights no man has ever heard or seen, while outside a gentle snow continued to fall and a soft winter's wind whispered a late night benediction