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We walked alongside them.

Both nights on the train journey home I cried, I cried for the people I had met, I cried for their pain. I cried because I felt helpless. I cried because I was coming home, to a beautiful village, a beautiful home, a loving family.
The work of the volunteers supporting this community is immense; I will continue to keep them and my fellow Response Pastors in my prayers. I made some amazing new friends. Some of which I had met at London Bridge and never expected to see again… but so sadly I did.
I hope those who perished rest in peace, I hope those who witnessed the horror find calm, I hope those who lost their homes find comfort. I hope the emergency services get the recognition they deserve. I hope all who support, in whatever capacity, do it with God’s grace and love in their hearts.
Response Pastors