The scene:

Church on a Sunday evening service downtown Southampton.
Families, the young, the old. Mothers, Fathers, Brothers, Sisters.
And the homeless.
They are scattered throughout the congregation.
I spot one across from me that I had spoken to 10 minutes earlier. His breath had reeked of whiskey and cigarettes. Sat down, he is too drunk to stand. Then worship starts and he raises his hands, and his voice. Everyone around him does the same. One woman puts her hand on his shoulder, raises the other and sings. I felt church in that.