I found it hard to look into the face of Simon Peter, not one of the star roles in the drama of the Easter weekend, but one of the guys at Faith House who has started to find his identity as part of the family, not least in that he is outrageously good at domino's!
I found it hard because his face was a mosaic of dried blood, stitches and fresh bruises. I found it hard because words failed me. As we came together to share as a community of hope, I didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to say. Christine who has known Simon for longer took over knew what to do. Christine sat and became hope for Simon Peter as he drank his tea. I saw resurrection hope in this touch.
Today, Easter Sunday was special. Whether it was where we started, in HMP Holloway or where it finished outside Faith House at the Street Party, hope was tangible. Tangible not in the singing of Easter hymns, the giving of daffodils or Easter eggs, but in the many ways we were in our very being resurrection hope, simply through the sacrament of 'for you...'