Singing Jesus

It's a stunning day out.

Really gorgeous.

It's one of those days when the light of Jesus shines down on everyone!

At least that's what the lady that sat next to me on the train today would probably say.

After over a year of commuting on the LIRR I've had my fair share of strange encounters/events, but this morning was one of the strangest.

As usual the train was packed and the only available seat was the middle seat in a row. I sat down between a man, probably in his early 40s, and a woman who looked to be in her early 60s.

Everything seemed fine at first. I settled into my seat, opened up the paper and tried to relax. Then the woman started talking. To herself.

It was only a slight mumble, but it was still a little unsettling. I couldn't entirely make out what she was saying other than hearing a few key words like "lord" "jesus" and "almighty."

That's fine. She likes religion. A lot. And she likes to talk to herself about it. Cool.

The talking wasn't very loud and was pretty easy to ignore; that was until she started humming. It began pretty soft and quiet, slowly creeping into my ear drum. The tune appeared to be some sort of gospel, church hymn or something of the sort. I could tolerate the humming. I'm pretty sure I hum to myself without realizing it all the time. It happens. Sometimes you just can't contain yourself.

Then she started to sing. No more with the humming. She was singing. Loud. She was proclaiming the coming of the lord by song. How wonderful. There's nothing better than hearing some out of tune gospel singing at 8:00 a.m.

I guess the spirit of jesus consumed her and she just had to let it out. Next time she should wait till she's not on a train.