Back in the Year of Jesus' 2000th Birthday, I arrived in London. Young, fresh and taking on the new world. One day on a very rainy Autumn evening I was chilling on a metal bench by WHSmith in the middle of Victoria station . I could hear the thunder and the torrential rain on the stations thin roof. Eating a takeaway and watching the commuters doing their daily grind on their way home, I was in no rush to go anywhere myself. An enthusiastically springy stepped man made a line for me out of the crowd. I saw a megaphone rocking by his hip and then he stopped by me, offloading his backpack on the space next tightening his shoelaces. He then confidently asked me, "if I knew of God"!?
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