The poor are on your doorstep...

Great blog, Fee.

I've just blogged about something similar.

So did Tara Ayer.

It would appear they can be found quite easily, if you know where to look. I remember going out into Box Hill Gardens about 18-months ago with a friend and a loaf of bread. We just wanted to help someone. But we didn't find a single person there! No-one in the alleys around Box Hill central; no-one in the parks and gardens; no-one at the tram stop shelter. Seeking out wisdom from people in the know would clearly have helped us.

I don't think it's really that hard, though. Your area may look different to mine (hopefully!). The lost, for you, might be a stalker at your workplace. The last, in some communities, have been living alone, on your street, for fourty years and never have a relative visit. The least, in other places still, have just risked their lives escaping from a nation, only to be welcomed to your country with shame and scorn.

Consider it an Easter-style game of find the egg when you were a kid. God hasn't hidden the marginalised away from you so that you can't find them for the life of you. They will be close by, for sure, and waiting and wanting to be found.

Darren
In Vancouver, its 4.36 p.m. on Friday October 21. And le vol de Julia arrive et dix-neuf heurs.