I was sitting on a train westbound at circa Wood Green when a small black lady got on and sat down beside me in the priority seat. I could see she was trying to catch my eye and I eventually cracked and gave her a half smile and she asked me a few questions about how I was. Without warning she segued into a Jesus Loves You speech and I was ok, thanks, I’ll keep that in mind and buried my head in my kindle. She then turns to other people in the carriage and asks them questions & continues evangelising albeit at normal speaking voice levels.
At Finsbury Park, a younger man got on and politely said to her ‘may I please have a seat, I have disability’ and lifted his trouser hem to show that he had an obvious birth deformity. She didn’t get up fast enough as the person in the other priority seat got up and gave him his seat, which meant that the younger man was now sitting directly opposite the lady. She started asking questions about his disability and you could see that he was uncomfortably answering questions he’d answered many times before.
Before any of us knew what was happening, she leaps up, puts one hand on his arm, the other hand high in the sky, closes her eyes and starts loudly appealing to God to show her a miracle and heal his disability here, right now, today in this very tube carriage.
The collective cringe in the carriage was unreal. Hands down one of the most uncomfortable experiences of my commuting career.