Remember this guy?
He was back yesterday, right at the beginning of the service. I tried not to make eye contact, but he came right up to me. I said, “I’m worshipping now; talk to me later.” “Later” in his mind was the beginning of the Epistle. I told him I didn’t have anything, and he left. Then of course the Epistle was about caring for the poor. “Thank you for the whap across the face, Lord; may I have another, Sir?” So I prayed for him, because anyone who would disrupt a service needs that. Mark had reported the first incident to the security guard, saying, “You should know what this congregation looks like.” I’ll be charitable and assume that meant “not scruffy”.
At least he wasn’t stealing purses while people took Communion.