It was good to sit with Rick as he drank two cups of tea - he finished his and started on mine.It was a bit of a busy start to the day. I had two guest speakers coming to talk about the 'Mission Development Plan' that TSA in the UK encourages its churches to work through. Before anyone gets excited and writes asking for a copy it is essentially not as exciting as its title.
The phone went and it was reception, I ran down the stairs to meet the guests but Keith nodded in the direction of Rick. "It's not who you thought it was .. but can you help....!". Rick is quite obviously a man of the road. His long matted hair and beard smother his face, but his eyes look hopeful and kind.
We chat and I find out a little of Rick's life. Rick is going back to Australia in 5 weeks, but in the meantime he is living in the park. He hasn't had a hot meal for 5 weeks and is pretty hungry. I'm loath to give tins to guys likely to cook the tins up on a fire. My memory of Marcus at Poplar coming to see me after he had almost blown his head off with a can of beans is still pretty fresh. But that is the best we can do.
It was good to sit with Rick as he drank two cups of tea - he finished his and started on mine. I'm not totally certain that Rick's story measured up, but nevertheless I met Rick today and I was the better for it.