The obvious disclaimer to attach to this headline is that this post has nothing to do with guys in trench-coats, windowless vans or anything which may result in you being interviewed by the police.
But, every Sunday… in all churches… there’s a church creeper.
Maybe it’s the person doing the notices.
Or about to deliver the bible reading.
Or saying a prayer.
All church services have creepers.
People who are, as inconspicuously as possible, slithering from their chair towards the front of the church.
Waiting.
Often crouching.
Ready to pounce once their element in the service is due.
I’ve been a creeper.
With good intentions I’ve crept towards the front of church in preparation for a seamless transition.
But, viewing a church creeper is ecclesiastical gold.
And, these creepers exist beyond those with upfront roles.
If you’re late?
You creep in.
If you’re setting up morning tea?
You creep out.
The church service can be a hive of congregational creepers, scurrying amongst the pews.
Chances are, you’ll notice one out of the corner of your eye the next time you’re in church.
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