The billowing wind fluttered his coat as he now stood, availed, with his snooty head ablaze in a sweaty plash from the evening sun. As he broadcast and brandished passages from the bible to weary and wandering bystanders and passers-by, standing all the while proud of his engagement, he glanced at a young mother who was carrying an infant at her hands - seemingly consoling him from the loud raucous echoes of the nearby speaker, and bellowed befouling sentiments and suggestions for her apparent lack of sacrilege for the "lord almighty, Jesus". Submissively looking up in a slowly irreproachable way to avoid attention onto herself, she peered at the ensuing speaker and shrieked at the encroaching commotion and the large crowd around him that now turned their attentions towards her in hefty haughtiness. Clasping her child tightly whilst slowly walking away with the gravest fear of reproaching the preacher, she bowed her head and abdicated the crowd, or rather, she tried to, until the unduly and unbecoming preacher swiftly leaped off his makeshift pulpit and apprehended the woman by the arm whilst the crowd and passers-by continued in their motion. "Do you love Jesus?" exclaimed the preacher, gaining a crude thrill from the shocked visage of the threatened woman. "I said: do you love Jesus?" he repeated. The woman, clearly threatened and aghast from the intimidating grip of the preacher, responded in a much timed whisper: "Umm...no". "No?!" the preacher screamed as he continued whilst his arms squirmed aflutter in the air; "did you hear that?! God is my witness and so are these people! Art thou not a fornicator in the eyes of God for forsaking our almighty lord? Art thou not a sinner for clearly being out of wedlock and bringing this child into the world? Is your baby not a product of sin and reprehensible disgust?” Relieved that the religious man had now relinquished his firm grip, the lady recoiled her arm and tightly comforted her child, whereupon whose cries had increased intensely. The child's tears sprinkled over his cute, blue layette which had a beautiful embroidered image of a train and puffy white clouds converging from the steam pipe, and wonderfully adorable, little gloves that kept his hands warm and protected against the evening zephyr. As the lady peered back up to the preacher, who's stares had now increased in a certain cavalier contempt whilst also evincing a gesture that affixed itself into a pointing motion, she calmly and nonchalantly gazed the nearby crowds who had all resorted to a repetitious concord of tutting and head shaking. Feeling somewhat guilty, abashed and deeply ashamed, she consoled herself in her child's eyes of whom she peered deeply and therein she found the celestial love of eternity gleaming back to her whilst the heavens winked in almost perfect melody to her heart. "Love is a given, hatred is acquired" she told herself, and she looked up once again and left with the greatest of smiles that stunned the crowd as they stood, aloof and brazen, with the love of hate that disguised their hate of love.