Sycamore

This is a story about a first-time visitor at church.  The church is very different from ours, but it’s a great window into how intimidating (and/or weird) a church service can be.

I was desperate; maybe religion would help. My wife had just been given three months to live, and so I decided to go to church.

I admit I was a bit reluctant. I had no idea what to expect, and didn’t know anyone who went there. I thought a couple of Scotches would steady my nerves, but realized everyone would smell it on me. I decided to take courage in both hands and just front up…

…Then another song, and someone said: “Collection”.

A moment of terror as everyone reached for their pockets. In my hurry to leave home, I hadn’t grabbed any change. I had to make a snap decision. Do I put in the $50 note—the only dough I’ve got with me—or look straight ahead and just pass the bag to the fella beside me? I looked straight ahead. (Even a night at the pictures with the family doesn’t cost that much.)

…(after the service) the other fella got up and told us to talk over a cup of tea. They all seemed to know one another. I decided not to interrupt them. One or two waved to me as I left.

Interesting experience. Not what I expected, but then I really didn’t know what to expect. I survived okay. Don’t know how the fellas at work would go.

While I have the sneaking suspicion that the people who read this blog are the ones who least need this reminder, don’t forget that you can quickly brighten someone’s day, make them feel at home, and give them some security in a foreign place with a quick (but sincere) introduction and conversation.