The thoughts of me and my dog who used to be Harvey, but is now George, who is Harvey's great-great-great-great-nephew.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
What an evening!
It started when I arrived at Zac's to find two policemen outside the door interviewing two of our 'congregation'; it finished with a lady telling me she used to lure men down alleyways with the promise of sex and when there would pull down their trousers, steal their wallets and run.
And there was everything in between.
It was chaos and God was there in amongst it up to his armpits in mud.