Stories from the streets

I stopped for a hot drink on a cold morning and ended up being prayed for. I had not spoken to anyone about what I was carrying for months.

I heard the worship from across the park and sat down to listen. I have not been in a church since I was a child, but that afternoon something changed.

They prayed with me every week for months and never once made me feel like a project. That is what brought me back to faith.