It’s hard to not feel guilty every time you pass a homeless person or a beggar. But then again, I dislike giving them money, knowing that they might go and buy more liquor or give it to whoever is making them beg. There are loads of Roma gypsy beggars here. I wonder what their lives must have been like to want to leave Romania. Could it REALLY be worse than standing in the cold and rain in Belfast while the world denies them a couple coins, or worse, are totally indifferent to them?

You’re right – we’re getting it wrong. Like you, I wish I did more – what’s the cost, really, of a cup of tea? It could mean a glimmer of Christ to them. I can’t really look down on them cause I get a funny feeling that I’m looking straight into Jesus’ eyes when I meet theirs.

love you.