The Common Good January 2014 | Page 9

Then, the King said “I was hungry and you told me that it was my own fault for being lazy and believing that I was entitled to help from hard working families and that I’d probably spent all of my money on alcohol, cigarettes and drugs anyway. I was thirsty and you assumed that I was desperate for gin or vodka, rather than water. I was naked and you said that I would have more chance of a job if I took more care of my personal appearance, even though I wore all I could afford. I was poor and you told me I was a scrounger who just wanted to sponge off the state and put stories about me on the tv and newspapers, despite knowing nothing about my circumstances. I was sick and you denied me any help, told me to go back to work and assumed I was faking illness in order to scrounge. I was in prison and you demanded that the key was thrown away and that I was kept away from all respectable, law-abiding members of society because I was a bad person who could never change. I was a stranger and you ran, scared of me, told me to go home, that your country was full and that I was only there to steal your money, possessions and jobs. For I tell you, whenever you did this for one of the least of these brothers or sisters of mine, you did it to me." For the last four years my wife Jen and I have been trying to help build community on our council block in South London. It has been a long road, but a fantastic one. As part of our desire to actually than just use it as a base, we rhythms to stop us slidWe were inspired folks we met Neigh(www.un rhythm they eat a with some ate locality. won’t manage manage once a So for the last four with our neighbours is the first thing that few months it was DWELL in our block rather knew we would need some ing into box-set selfishness. by an incredible bunch of in Australia called ‘Urban bours of Hope’ oh.org) who have a whereby every week meal at some point folks in their immediWe thought we probably once a week, but we could fortnight. and a half years we have shared meals (now friends) on the block. After ‘date night’ it goes in our diaries as non-negotiable. For the first hard work. We didn’t get too many return invites, and