It is still pitch black as I drive into the College car park wishing that the Kingston Bridge was always as quiet as it is at 6.30am on a Sunday morning. I pray for all those that often fill these roads in their metal boxes with rubber wheels. I then enter the College and walk through those deserted, quiet, and somewhat lonely corridors of the College which are normally filled with the welcome sound of staff and students laughing, chatting and showing love to each other. I pause for a moment to pray for those students, asking God to bless them with peace and love but also to challenge them with that radical call to mission.
I arrive at the prayer room door to be met by a pair of shoes.