Haze Motes goes to rent a room.
Landlady asks him, "What you do for a livin'?"
"I'm a preacher," he says.
She inquires, "What church?"
Motes answers, "The Church of Truth Without Christ."
"Protestant?", she says.
His later description: "In my church, the blind don't see, the lame don't walk and the dead stay that way."