A man entered a small Russian village claiming to be the prophet of Jesus Christ. They old believers of the village were skeptical as they had seen men like him many times before. They called men of this type a "religious hustler." Men of this ilk promised salvation and guaranteed resurrection at the second coming of Jesus Christ.
The man walked through the ancient village and hollered, "the end is near, the end is near. I am the prophet of Jesus Christ. Come have me save your soul for a small contribution. Now isn't your soul worth that small price?"
Old men and women peered out from behind doors and windows to get a better look at the man they had never seen before. He continued his preaching, "Don't be afraid I have nothing to hide. Come out where I can see you."
The citizens were vulnerable and ignorant which made them easy prey for any soul hustler. The citizens were distrustful because of the past, but they also worried if they didn't do as the man said and there was the second coming of Christ they would miss out and not have a life in the eternal world.
Slowly, old ladies in babushkas hobbled out onto the street and semi-crippled men with makeshift walking sticks headed in his direction. He stood in the middle of the street holding the bible, and perched himself atop a wooden crate preaching and reading from the scripts. Like zombies the elderly became captivated by his voice like nobody before. Was he the one? Could he be the one that could predict the second coming of Christ? Now, with their gaunt hands stretched up in the air they reached for him still standing on the crate to hand him whatever coins they had to offer.
He smiled and said thank you. And he continued, "So tonight is the night at midnight exactly when there will be the second coming of Christ. You will not see him but I have the powers to sense his spirit and communicate with the holy one. Tonight all of your buried relatives from hundreds of years ago will be resurrected and join you. They will not be old but they will appear in the prime of their past life on earth. Then all of you will have the clock turned back as well to when you were in your prime, and then we will all live for eternity.
Only one man had a watch in the village. He looked at it. It was nine o'clock. Then the procession started as the villagers slowly moved out of the village and begun the 3 mile trek to the graveyard. The prophet led the way carrying a giant wooden cross and singing prayers which all that followed him joined in as well. It took them nearly two hours but they had made it and none from the village had died in the process. An hour remained until the second coming.
They all waited eagerly for the arrival. The prophet faced east with the bible in his hand and continually read passages. The minutes crept by slowly and the seconds even slower. It was now 11:59. The winds started to pick up and then gusted mightily. They howled and whirled their force blowing over several of the seniors. Then at midnight came a blinding white light as the sky parted. He was here. The elderly looked into the light to see the second coming of Christ but screamed as they were blinded by the light. The winds picked up even more as lightning bolts struck the earth and thunder echoed with a deafening crack. Soon the bright light in the east began to dim.
The earth shook violently and the dirt from the burial mounds shot up like geysers. Then with imperceptible movements the coffins began to rise to the surface. The elderly of the village howled and wept as they moved towards the coffins of their loved ones. It was the second coming. Then the coffins doors opened all at once and another blinding shaft of light burst out of the coffins stunning all those wanting to look inside. Then they could see the movement of a heads coming out of the coffins. But only a silhouette of the figures could be seen as the elderly looked directly into the light. Moans and gasps could be heard from the villagers. They shielded their eyes from the light and they could see hundreds of silhouettes who had come out of the coffins slowly walking east in the graveyard towards the light.
Then the wind died; the thunder and lightning had stopped. The sky closed up and the bright light was gone. The elderly villagers stared in horror.
All of the bodies in the coffins had been resurrected not as humans in their prime but as skeletons. One skeleton approached an elderly man and stuck out his bony hand and said, "Nice to meet you, I'm your great great grandfather."