My Christmas Story

Today the song: ’Streets of London’ sung by Roger Whittaker, came alive for me.

When eating out in fashionable restaurants at Covent Garden in the evening, it is easy to be oblivious to the homeless people who later curl up in each doorway, looking for shelter for the night – even in London’s deep winter.

And are we aware that 30% of children in England are bought up below poverty line?

At Salisbury School in Queens Park, London, parents donate groceries each Tuesday for the homeless. Bags of tins of canned food and toiletries are then delivered to the Parish Church of Brondesbury. Here a church charity provides food on Tuesdays and Thursdays between 10am and 1pm. It is not only for homeless, but also for those who can’t make ends meet and are cold and lonely.

The church’s dining hall is warm and inviting. Tables set with colourful tablecloths and each place has a table mat. Glasses are ready for cordial and side plates for buns. Nutritious and heart warming food bubbles away in the kitchen. I saw a big oven with trays of steaming cottage pie, huge pots of . soup, another with chicken casserole and yet another with vegetables. The lady serving was smiley and looked warm natured.

The cook I chatted with had been preparing food all day yesterday, ready for when the church opens their doors to the queue at 10am. He said he volunteers 5 days a week at the church and the whole programme runs on donated food and volunteer labour.

The cook melted my heart when he said ‘he had been down there’ and ‘only the person can change themselves – no one else can force change’ but ‘when we are at rock bottom it is good to know that there is a helping hand’.

Christmas and Christianity have one word in common and that enlightened word inspires giving and sharing