When I was younger, I came across a pastime known as “people watching”. Every now and then, a friend and I would find ourselves in the front of a coffee shop, and the two of us watched the outside world. We’d sit there, comment, and take it all in.
As I’ve grown up. I’ve realised that was stupid. Coffee shops are not where the action is found. For real people watching, go to a train station! Preferably a nice big train station. You get to see people who lost, confused, and sometimes saying good bye. But you also get to see people having laugh, relaxing, and being reunited with loved ones. Even if its just their luggage. This is where you really get to see people at their most emotional… People watching at its best…
A similar but more sobering sight greeted a few of us last night, as we approached the Exeter Casualty department. People on their mobiles, updating loved ones… People carrying children away… That person who comments “I’ve done something stupid…”
It occurred to me.
English folk aren’t great at showing emotion, but there seems to be a few places where we let our guard down, like Train Stations / Airports or Hospitals. Between the comings, goings, arrivals, and sometimes painful goodbyes, it does sometimes look and feel a little raw.
As I sat there in the waiting room, watching our mate occasionally wince in pain, I wondered.
Where does the church fit into this?
Is “Church” a place where we can be in pain, or are we to busy being ok?
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