This morning on the way in to church I got chatting to a '60 yr old hippie' who has made his way to France & is quite suicidal...he came into the meeting , then had a bad turn & we had to call the emergency services to take him to hospital. He's living in a hostel at the moment but has had enough with all the drugs & theft and really wants a place of his own. Quite where we go from today I don't know; if he comes back please pray for our church to have a loving, wise, co-ordinated approach to him; that he becomes 'part of the family' so to speak while God works in his life.
It was so scary to be sitting next to someone who I thought was going to die on the spot. And really - 'there but by the grace of God go I'; if God hadn't given me a family & a home it could be me wandering round the globe from place to place like a lost star..