Gospel Tent If you ask around, nobody knows who put it up. Looks like it ought to be in Mississippi. As quickly as it came, it left and I have not seen the thing again. Maybe there are ghosts of the underground rail riders holding prayer meetings in that field and they get so intense celebrating freedom, that they occasionally materialize the tent. Maybe there’s a holy rolling contingent coming through town and finding some reason to clap and sing and praise the Lord for keeping us all alive.