"WILL YOU MARRY US?"

Bar night at The Stockman was very good tonight. It was one of those nights where one could forget about the bad days, the pointless nights, the "every other word is f***" and everything in-between.

One gal wants to help start a mid-week Eucharist. She wants to come to church on Sunday, but can't because of her job (she works as a cook every morning). So we talked for a bit and I gave her the job of recruiting people who would be willing to commit to a Wednesday evening service. She's going to get back to me.

Then I talked with a guy who was have relationship problems. Apparently his girlfriend is a drug addict and disappears for days on end. So we discussed all sorts of stuff around that, including when he might consider drawing the line between being "helpful" and being "enabling."

Two people who know me only from funerals and bar night asked if I would marry them. I gave them a rough idea of what that might look like and set up an appointment with them next Sunday afternoon. We'll see how that turns out.

Talked with one person who lost her job and another who is on the verge of losing her job.

And then chatted with one of the local morticians about the funeral service yesterday, and how he thought that how I did funerals and visited bars was a generally good thing for the community.

None of these people may actually ever come to church, but that's okay. I meet them where they are; and I've been doing it long enough that people feel comfortable enough to talk to me about problems and wanting me to marry them.

And that, my friends, makes for a very good bar night at The Stockman.