Wednesday, May 26, 2004

Non-audio post of the day
Things are going pretty well at the moment...

in an "ish" kind of way..

been having that "ish" feeling all day. It's kind of unshakable, and gets in the way of a lot of things. I find it harder to pray, or even to sense God at all.

No doubt I can easily overcome it, but at the moment it's late and I just want to sleep right now..


Yesterday was quite a fun day. I went into Safeway to do some shopping, and on my way out a very drunk, old guy came into the queue for the same till as me.

He was buying 4 cans of beer and a cheese baguette. Or, that was his plan, but the kid at the till (the "kid"... I feel all old saying that, but seriously, he was a fair bit younger than me..) made a fairly wise move and didn't let him buy the beer. "You've had enough already" he said.

I was just leaving as stuff started to "kick off" (nothing really "kicked off" as such- but a security guard came to take him away from the store), and then lo and behold, Martin Horton, a fellow TT, was coming in to Safeway.

Coincedence? Maybe. Who cares, I sure as hell didn't.. I told Martin about the drunk guy, he suggested that we do some "ministry" (in a joking way), I said that that's exactly what I was thinking, and we went in to see what was going on.

As we went in, whatever was happening at the till came to a conclusion and the guard started taking him to the exit. The two of them passed by me and Martin, the drunk recognised me and said something akin to "This fellow here is alright, I ain't done him no harm and he knows it" but in a drunken Yorkshire accent (by far and away the least coherent thing I've heard in a while).

The security guard wasn't getting anywhere with trying to get the guy out, so Martin and I offered to take him away out of the store, and he didn't seem too opposed to the idea - I think maybe he thought we were going to beat him up - and so there was Martin, this drunk guy, and myself, walking out of Safeway.

Martin and I talked to him a bit about him, and naturally it wasn't too long before we offered to pray for him in the middle of the car park. He was quite opposed to the idea. Whenever we asked him why, he gave some dodgy reasoning that I can't remember, and always summarised with the point "So don't EVER call me a CUNT!" That's probably the part of the encounter I understood least.

He also said that he could have us both down on the floor, and that he wasn't a soft nut and could beat the Devil.

But funnily enough, despite his occasional anger he actually seemed to quite like us.

After a while, his taxi came (which Martin had called for him) and we just had to leave him be from that point. He gave us the drunken equivalent of a thumbs up (kind of like a fist, but friendly) as the taxi drove away, and then we prayed for him out loud- right outside the entrance/exit to Safeway.


It was one of those experiences that you look back on and think "what was I doing???". But at the time it was all too weird to really care.
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