Pervo Supremo

I was getting ready to head to evening service today when I thought I ought to use the washroom before I went anywhere. Thus, I went.

When I was halfway through, I heard someone come in to the washroom. Which was normal, cause well, it's a washroom: traffic is to be expected. So I cleaned up and was almost ready to go out when I noticed hair at the bottom of the cubicle.

Hair. On a head. Human head.

Freaked, I cried Who's that! OMG who's that!

And shrieked my lungs out. I swear to God this is one of the freakiest experiences I've had. To be caught with one's pants down is one thing, to see a human head at ankle level was quite another.

I bolted out of the cubicle, saw nobody in the reflection of the mirror except myself and flew to the door - and saw a concerned-looking gentleman walking towards me. He'd heard the my screaming and had seen the Tom leave the ladies'.

He asked if I'd want to catch him.

If I weren't Christian and so distressed I'd've grabbed his... Keys. I'd've grabbed his keys and keychain and asked if he'd want to have me caught.

Instead, in my distress I said, Where'd he go, how'd he look like? Was he a cleaner?

And said gentleman worked out that I wanted the Tom caught and walked after the direction he fled. Of course  we couldn't find the chap, he'd long since disappeared. Regardless, I thanked the gentleman for his help and we exchanged a few pleasantries.

Shaken as I was, I went to evening service feel some kinda violated, even though technically I hadn't lost anything. I practically cried to my two brothers-in-Christ who fortunately were sympathetic. One prayed for me and the other wanted to beat the crap out of that dick. Me, I was just so very glad to have found people I could trust during that time before the congregation started coming in.

It was strange, being in this situation.

If I may be so vulgar - it's almost like having made a movie that got pirated: technically you hadn't lost anything but your show's been seen.

Long story short: the evening ended with supper and great fellowship, and I went home feeling heartened. I know I stand stronger with my church, for I am part of it as it is part of me.

I am weak, because I am only one. But with my church, we are the Body of Christ. I now understand why it is important to be united.

I pray that you'll never have to go through this, but if you ever do, promise me you'll have a community to go crying to, which means you have to make your peace now. Please be united, for in unity lays strength.