Every Tuesday I teach a bunch of disadvantaged kids who are struggling in school and are in danger of exclusion or legal action for poor attendence, my aim is to inspire them to stick at school and to help them get some work experience so that their CV has something on it when they go out into the job market.
Hard work but I love it and the kids are already burrowing their way into my heart.
We're based at a place called Pilgrim's Hall on the out skirts of Brentwood, which is a religious retreat but have no fear my secular friends, big baby Jesus is not foisted upon them but these chaps kindly offered us a base for the Tuesday sessions (or Mong Club as one of the kids has kindly Christened it...).
I went into the office to give them the full term dates for the classes and after I'd done the guy in charge asked me for a list of names of all the young people taking part, when I asked him why his answered:
"Because we would like to pray for all of them."
Partly this freaked me out, like the children were terrible sinners or something but then part of me thought that it could do know harm and was worth a shot. I suppose these born-again Christians have such an intensity and over powering sense of rightness that I find it hard not to get defensive when they offer their hand in help.