There is something new in my life. Faith House. A Salvation Army presence trying to bring something of the cohesion of the Kingdom to the chaos of Kings Cross.Kings Cross is pretty much as inner city as it gets. The kind of place that people tend to travel through, pretty quickly. Spend time there and you'll soon see all the tale tell signs of fragmentation, obvious, in your face, hardly hidden as commuters rush to their semi detaches in the home counties.
It is said that the name would strike fear into prospective Salvation Officers who would declare "Any Cross but Kings Cross!!!". Within a five minute walk from Kings Cross all the issues of a broken community easily ignored and forgotten were there to be seen. The hopeful girl looking for business, furtive glances of possibly a dealer, angry exchanges, aimless loneliness, homelessness.
There is something new in my life. Faith House. A Salvation Army presence trying to bring something of the cohesion of the Kingdom to the chaos of Kings Cross. A place of safety for the working girls, a place of community for the homeless, simply a place for those that need it. Monday nights will be my time to be involved, hopefully to support, to encourage and be part of a family that will give me more than I am sure I can give to it. Estelle and Christine with a team and network of people try to make a difference. I'm glad that I finally acted on a strong urge to get involved.
There seemed to be an irony, in that having shared sausage sandwiches with 12 or so homeless guys, as I walked home I was run over by celebrity chef Jamie Oliver on a bicycle!