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Some Days...

Some days I find that I spend a normal day in my life; get to the end of it and realise that perhaps it wasn't that normal.

Today was one of those days.

In the last hour I caught up with the local school at a community meeting. They had a break-in on Thursday night. People went into the nursery, smoked a lot of weed and defacated in the sandpit and wendy house. They left threats against the school.

When I left the school one of the mums stopped me to ask if I could warn the young people I work with about who they accept as friends on facebook. Young people in this estate are being befriended by older people who are manufacturing indecent images of children.

Literally thirty seconds later as I walked home, three children were 'playing' on some land out of sight of their homes. Playing looked like simulating sex. They were about six years old.

I am determined that we can change this rubbish.

Yesterday I made a tiny baby step in the right direction. I posted a job ad online for someone to come and work with young people in this community.

I believe passionately that a handful of people who follow the God of death and resurrection, of suffering and glory, can see transformation in our communities.

I believe that when we engage we can see healing.

I believe that communities like this don't have to be left to it.


I'm sad tonight. But I have hope.
If you want to come and join in you can find the job ad here

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