An ex-prisoner came in on Friday for some food. In the course of conversation, he told me his Granddad used to go to church. He loved his Grandad. It was after Granddad died, he told me, he went off the rails, mixed with the wrong crowd and ended up on drugs, and subsequently, prison.
When I told him we had a church next door, he asked if he could come along one evening. Since the Alpha course is well advanced, we suggested the next Sunday morning service. He agreed that would come along, so hope he turned up, as it’s not my home church!