Marry Me This Christmas

Hey, y'all got any food?

Woman: I'm so sorry.

Anything? - Not today, sorry.

Excuse me, miss,

you need any help around the house?

Any work? I can do all sorts of work.

Hey my brother,

you got any, you got any change, bro?

Just like a little bit?

Excuse me brother man, you can help a brother out?

I'm sorry. -Andre Swan?

Maybe later. -Hey!

Do you mind lending me your arm?

I get so clumsy walking in these heels.

I was so sorry to hear about you and Mandy breaking up.

You poor baby.

Hey, excuse me, can y'all spare anything?

Any food? Any change?

Whatever y'all got.

Some people have no manners.

Some people have no manners.

Relax, Timothy.

Was he in some horrible car wreck?

Legs broken and fingers all mangled

like a bowl of spaghetti?

'Cause that's his only excuse for not calling.

He will be here.

Have a little faith.

Hmm.

Mmm mmm mmm.

Your slowpoke drivin'!

Hey, Mama. -I could have walked quicker.

And now, I'm gonna have to sit in the back

which you know I hate.

You just hate not showing off your hats, Mama.

Darryl?

Darryl? -Yeah, baby!

You got my purse?

Yeah baby, you want me to-

No, I don't want you to.

I'm over here looking like a stuff eggplant.

The least you can do is hold my purse.

Yeah, baby.

I like sittin' up front 'cause I get to show you off.

Oh, you.

I don't mean to disturb y'all, but uh-

Angela: Pops, wait up.

Your cane!

Vera: Who said he needed that old thing?

Um, his doctors.

And I have your pills

and if you get tired, just let me know

and I'll fix you something to eat.

Oh, you've been back two weeks,

and you're babying him already.

Pops: Thank you, Angela baby.

Thank you so much.

Here you go.

But watch out for the lions,

they bite.

Hey, man.

This is my beat.

Hey, I'll be gone in like 60 seconds, I swear.

I'm watching you.

Well, that's it.

He's impossibly late.

All right, Hazel,

fire up that organ.

I guess I'm goin' on.

You'll have to do the sermon too.

I know, Timothy.

You got this, baby.

* He's got the whole world

* In His hands

* He's got the whole wide world

* In His hands

* He's got the whole world

* In His hands

* He's got the whole world in His hands

* He's got the whole world in His hands *

Amen!

Hallelujah, and welcome y'all to the house of God.

Amen!

Amen! - Amen.

Amen to you too, brother.

As you know,

the time for my retirement draws nigh.

Rev. Treadgold: To every season,

the board and I have identified my prospective replacement,

a caring, energetic young pastor

who's supposed to be here,

but seems to have caught himself in traffic.

Excuse me, mind if I sit here?

First reading?

Go on, get up.

Scruffy Man: 'Cause it's open, right?

Nope?

Hey my brother, can I just scoot in-

Thank you, baby.

Hey my man, can I sit for the church-

First reading's from Psalm 25.

Remember Lord, your tender mercies and your loving kindness

for they are eternal.

Excuse me, mind if I just sit there?

Darryl: Remember not my youthful transgressions-

but remember me in light of your- - What about right here?

You sure you're in the right place?

This is church, ain't it?

Deacon Jones: Then would you please find a seat?

I'm trying, brother.

They've got no room at the inn.

Darryl: Therefore, uh-

Hallelujah!

Can I get an amen, y'all?

Amen! -Amen!

That's enough.

Now, praising God is all very well and good,

but for heaven sake, not in a church!

Please, follow me to the back.

No!

I got something to say.

Uh oh.

Scruffy Man: Now one Sunday,

way over in Tannaville

when I was about yay-high,

we was all sittin' in church,

just like some of y'all is doin' right now.

And who strolls in?

But this homeless brother.

He looking all scraggly and stanky.

And this brother,

he looking for food, right?

And he's looking for work.

Oh I think I get it.

What?

Scruffy Man: And wasn't nobody giving him nothing.

Matter of fact, there was this one little boy,

he booed him.

And then about halfway through the service,

the homeless man revealed his true identity.

He was a pastor from a visiting church.

We were ashamed,

'cause we treated this homeless brother so bad.

Me most of all. - Come sit down.

Scruffy Man: But I was also inspired 'cause I realized

there's opportunity for change everywhere.

In other words,

it ain't all about you.

My name is Daniel English

and I hope to be your new pastor.

You gotta be kidding me.

Daniel: Now, hold on, hold on, hold on.

Before you condemn my theatrics,

that pastor in disguise?

That was none other than my mentor,

Reverend John Treadgold.

Daniel: And that little boy who booed?

Yeah, that was me.

Listen, I'm not perfect y'all,

but I believe that love is service,

and I promise to serve this community

with all my heart.

Amen.

All right, see y'all next week.

Come back please, please come back,

come back y'all.

Well done, son.

Thank y'all for coming.

Shana, right? -Yeah.

Yeah, I went to high school with Angela.

You wouldn't remember me, I was two grades-

Danny English?

Yeah, everybody remembers Daniel English.

You pretty much ran that school.

Talked me into missing Thanksgiving

to feed the homeless, twice.

Daniel: Yeah, and I see you still haven't kicked the habit.

Wait, so are you a preacher or homeless?

Or a homeless preacher?

He was playin',

just like you play at barbecuing.

Let's go.

My feet are killing me.

Rev. Treadgold: I couldn't have done it better myself

In fact, I didn't do it better.

Well I'm just glad it worked.

Not sure Deacon Jones is a fan though.

Ah, don't sweat Timothy.

He's a good man but he's a bit of a stickler.

So,

kitchen straight ahead,

stairs to your apartment through those doors

and these are our offices.

Mrs. Ramirez,

meet Pastor Daniel English.

Hi. - Hi.

This place would grind to a halt

if it wasn't for Mrs. R.

Oh you and your wondelfluff.

And our lay director, Deacon Timothy Jones.