'Barmy' isn't a word you hear very often in Scotland. Maybe it was a regional thing - and in any case, I reckon it was probably some time ago now, back in more innocent times - when The Salvation Army was referred to by some as 'The Barmy Army'.
But, never let it be said that, whatever it may jokingly be called these days, The Salvation Army doesn't deserve such a description - which I suspect was always more affectionate and light-hearted, than critical; as I arrived at DHQ this morning, just in time to join the assembled team in a ten-minute discussion about spiders - featuring overgrown boys doing their best to scare female colleagues with their suggestions that their biggest, hairiest clockwork specimens might just make an unannounced appearance at some point in the future...!
I suppose it at least it proves we're as human as anyone else - and hopefully you'll be pleased to note that, we did get down to prayers eventually.
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