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Church and the community.....

Given my precarious financial situation, I can afford to buy newspapers only on some days. Other days I manage to read the news on borrowed resources, on my roommate's laptop and their broadband connectivity.
Last Tuesday as I was coming home after playing badminton in the morning, I bought The Times, owned by Rupert Murdoch who also owns the highest selling tabloid in UK, The Sun. I came across a feature story on street pastors. It talked how church people stroll across some of the notorious streets of London and other parts of UK in the night, and how it has helped reduce calls of public disorder. The biggest surprise for me is that around 70% street pastors are woman. In recent days, I have been hearing of church taking initiatives to reach out to the community. One big church in Singapore organises around 1400 visits weekly to old age homes and in some cases, the church volunteers clean the houses.
The article about street pastors is worth reading,
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/newspaper/0,,172-1709424,00.html

Comments

Arun said…
Thats really cool. Christians are called to be the ambassadors of God. They are hand and feet of God. Good Samaritan in todays world will need to do these things.

STREET PASTORS have reduced disturbance in the area by over 70% according to the article. That article really inspires.

Any Christian cannot be alone in an island. They are commanded by God to Love God and People.

The samaritan in bible chose to be part of the solution rather than part of the problem.
We can either be a part of the problem or part of the solution.

Lets resolve to do something that helps, brings a smile in someone's life, gives hope to the hopeless, shower our love on the unloved, care for the uncared, notice the unnoticed.

Even the smallest kind acts will not go unrewarded.
Haritha said…


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