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Community is in our blood.
In the early ‘70s we discovered the baptism of the Holy Spirit as a church, and God led us out of stale, safe Christendom onto a radical path. God packed us out with scores of hippies, students, drop-outs and dissatisfied Christians, and consequently life got much more colourful.
“There was a rich man who was clothed in purple and fine linen and who feasted sumptuously every day. And at his gate was laid a poor man named Lazarus, covered in sores, who desired to be fed with what fell from the rich man’s table…” (Luke 16:19-21)
Every generation has its ‘Lazarus’: the poor, mistreated, abused, and neglected. Part of this generation’s Lazarus is the third world migrants who wash up on the shores of Europe. Their governments oppress them, abuse them, imprison them, torture them; so those that can escape head for the rich man’s gate known as Europe.