Now that's a preacher...

From Wise Blood, by Flannery O'Connor (Ch. 1):

He was going to be a preacher like his grandfather... His grandfather had traveled three counties in a Ford automobile. Every fourth Saturday he had driven into Eastrod as if he were just in time to save them all from Hell, and he was shouting before he had the car door open. People gathered around his Ford because he seemed to dare them to. He would climb up on the nose of it and preach from there and sometimes he would climb onto the top of it and shout down at them. They were like stones! he would shout. But Jesus had died to redeem them! Jesus was so soul-hungry that He had died, one death for all, but He would have died every soul's death for one! Did they understand that?

Sorry... I just found that to be a hilarious visualization. I'm reading some of Flannery O'Connor's better known works in order to lead a discussion evening for the Catholic reading group I am involved with.