The Kings Cross Baptist Church, Vernon Square, London

A clip from the church’s website

Baptist Church, Vernon Square
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We’ve found this Christian church’s drop-in centre for the homeless to be manned for the most part by very unchristian staff. On the first visit I was approached by a diminutive man (a member of staff) who appraised me while grunting derisively.

On a following visit, shortly thereafter, another staff member (or volunteer) subjected me to a far more robust assessment. First he actually forcefully threw a plate onto a table right in front of me, and I don’t mean that he rudely slammed the dish down, he actually tossed it from about 15 inches away so that it hopped on the table right under my chin.

On the same day, and very soon after throwing the plate, he came to where I was sitting and, in an ignoramus manner, forced himself in beside me. This was despite a two seater couch being unused just 2½ feet away. Like his little friend before him he was quite resolute in his attempts to provoke a reaction.

And as if to round off events, lately a young female has shown up as a volunteer or staffer and she too isn’t adverse to emitting sarcasms.

Baptist Church that alludes to
love and friendship.

It was when I got to know the supervisor (or preacher), Donald, that I realised the two thugs might not have been using their own initiative in undertaking their extremely provocative escapades. I found Donald to be very arrogant and the occasional snorts he directed in my direction, along with his generally aggressive demeanour, left me in no doubt that he didn’t like me.

Once while leaving I bade Donald farewell and his response was to derisively shake his head and grunt. He soon though removed any vestige of doubt I may have had about my being welcome in this drop-in centre.

On Tuesday 9 December Donald was handing out tickets for an xmas lunch the drop-in was hosting on December 16. And surprise, surprise, he handed out these tickets to all around me, even people who were seated at a table with me. But he completely ignored me. I was seemingly deemed unfit to be offered one.

All very well and fine if this upworldly mobile Christian didn’t want me there, but you’d think he have, at least, tried to hand out the tickets covertly. That he wouldn’t have very obviously rubbed my nose in it. And if he didn’t want me there that day, or at any time previously, all the gutless git had to do was tell me and I’d have left.

It doesn’t stretch my imagination very much to think that the two provocative staff members who initially harassed me were prompted to by Donald in attempt to let me know I wasn’t wanted. He also seems the type of chap who wouldn’t know any better than to physically poke or push someone in order to assess their character.

What really galls me about Donald is how, every Tuesday morning for about 20 minutes, he preaches about love, peace and other biblical content. The way he can stand there, with bible in hand, pontificating about Jesus and love and then, within minutes, act like a snivelling hostile sneak is hypocritical beyond measure.