Last month I walked past a man fancying himself a preacher.
I don't know if he was homeless. He was definitely drinking, bottles both bagged and unbagged against the convenience store wall behind him.
What caught my interest was how bad he was at it. A lot of what he said was slurred and barely comprehensible, but he was at his most clear when he kept on yelling Yeah, I'm bothering you! over and over.
He seemed to imply that it the message what he was preaching (whatever it was) that we couldn't handle, not his incoherence, stomping around and almost hitting everyone walking by.
It was like an amateur standup comedian misunderstanding how a pro interacts with the audience and just attacking people not laughing at their unpolished jokes.
Someone needs to tell them, It's not them, buddy. I's you.
Maybe every preacher has the potential to be a drunk, but I don't think it works vice versa.
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