A traveling evangelist always put on a grand finale at his
revival meetings, When he was to preach at a church, he
would secretly hire a small boy to sit in the ceiling
rafters with a dove in a cage. Toward the end of his sermon,
the preacher would shout for the Holy Spirit to come down,
and the boy in the rafters would dutifully release the dove.
At one revival meeting, however, nothing happened when the
preacher called for the Holy Spirit to descend. He again
raised his arms and exclaimed: "Come down, Holy Spirit!"
Still no sign of the dove.
The preacher then heard the anxious voice of a small boy
call down from the rafters: "Sir, a big black cat just ate
the Holy Spirit. Shall I throw down the cat?"