church yesterday was an interesting kind of affair. one of our regulars is a homeless dude by the name of chucky. now, chucky was making a dramatic appearance as st peter's assistant at the gates of heaven and as it was his debut performance he invited a mate along, who i will call lucky.
lucky was managing to stay upright in between staggers and the two of them sat in the front row, stage whispering to each other and calling out professions of undying love to the congregation. time came to sing and lucky had his arms around chucky's shoulder and sung about as loudly as the rest of the people put together (dont get me on that soap box)
i'm not here to okay the drunkenness but the two of them had a relaxed joie de vivre, a kind of carefree boyishness, a life affirming cameraderie and i couldnt help but grin broadly as i watched them. chucky performed his part with flair and the two of them left, loudly proclaiming their embarrassment, on the way to the pub.
nobody was judgemental but not many folks were amused by the clowns in our midst and i just thought it was a pity.
i get that those guys are not helping themselves and, i suppose, my grinning is like encouraging a naughty child but just occasionally i would like to see that kind of unrestrained behaviour, that kind of enthusiasm, that kind of un-selfconsciousness, from church people. sometimes i would like it remembered by the hearts and not just the minds, that these guys are the guys Jesus would have hung out with, these guys are the people the salvation army was started for.
just sometimes i would like to see a little more JOY