You may remember the people who live in the marshes out the back of Casa Elohim from here or here. In between Christmas and New Year - that strange period when the whole world appears to be in limbo (a phrase which, I was interested to note, has a curious etymology) - Mike, Thomas and Fran (from the girl's house) took a table, decorations and an abundance of food out into the muddy backlands that border the lake. In a small hastily made clearing, surrounded by shelters made of splintered wood, a Christmas meal was had with those that have been terrorising the neighbourhood these last few months. Tears were shed as a message of hope and forgiveness was shared with 15 homeless drug addicts, dealers and prostitutes.
My guess is that we won't be having any more sleepless nights for a while.
Monday, January 18, 2010
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