The Church Bouncers

One of those things happened last night that makes you shake your head, wondering what was the best thing to do.

A social service group called the Literacy Alliance uses our church's downstairs areas on Thursday nights. They work with adults who need help learning to read and write. They have maybe a dozen people involved. We don't charge anything.

The worship team is practicing while they meet. About 6:50, the lady who runs the program came upstairs and asked if our pastor was there (we had a board meeting at 7:00, also, so he was there). I asked her if I could help. She told me they had a guy downstairs who was totally disrupting things, and refused to leave. She was obviously at her wit's end, deeply frustrated. Didn't know what to do about the guy, and couldn't accomplish anything with him present.

So, looked like we needed to kick someone out of the church, and there could be violence. I called to Terry, one of our guitarists, and told him the situation. And we headed downstairs with the woman. We were not exactly a fearsome duo, but we were heading into potential battle. Me--I've never been in a fight in my life.

But soon as I saw the guy, I felt okay. About my size, but nerdy looking. As if I'm not. Said he was 24. Terry and I approached him, behind the lady. She repeated that he needed to leave, and he immediately launched into all kinds of verbal sparring. He was asking why, what did I do wrong?, why won't you help me? who is your superior? Then he asked, "Who are these gentlemen with you?" Then we got involved. "What gives her the right to tell me to leave?"

I said, "She's in charge, and if she says you need to leave, then that's it."

He argued and argued. Pretty squirrely guy. Wanted to know our full names, as if he would report us to somebody. I briefly considered giving him a fake name, but decided that was dumb. We ushered him to the exit, which on that level is through the garage, and he was arguing the whole way. Finally got him ALMOST out, and he said, "I want someone to take me to the entrance where I came in. That's where my bike is." I said I would take him, but he said, "No, I'm scared. You might hurt me." So it was getting funny.

Well, his bike was about 30 feet away. We got him outside, and he kept arguing. At one point he said, "You guys are scaring me. I'm frightened." He asked Terry, "Will you promise not to hit me?" And Terry said, "No." I had to laugh.

Anyway, we eventually got rid of him. Two laypersons kicking a young man, a disturbed guy, off of the church property.

Yeah, it was the right thing to do. I talked to the program director later, and she was still a nervous wreck from dealing with that guy. But it wasn't comfortable for me and Terry. On the other hand, my sense of machismo has been elevated.

Posted on November 11, 2005 07:38 PM|

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