And yet, over the course of the weekend, walking, abseiling, cooking eating and singing
together, their cautious reserve seems to melt, we see more smiles and playfulness,
we find ways to communicate with action and gesture and their humanity begins to
Through adventure senses are awakened, fears are faced, some trauma is re-lived.
Together we support and listen. Some trust is allowed back into abused hearts.
We lit fires for cooking and for warmth. Faces bent close as the tiniest pieces of
wood are added and the flames blown into life. A shared experience of kindling life,
and then enjoying its heat. Staring into flames together doesn’t need words.
Sleeping out under the stars, in touch with creation. Seeing the same sky and stars
as loved ones in home nations. Exposed, but safe with each other.
Relaxing together inside, the safety of home base. Stories and self-expressive creative
activities reveal deeper selves.
Crossing the river to pray together.
To express our thanks, joy and wonder.
To ask God why?
To pray for loved ones living and lost.
Our latest project ran from Friday 11th to Sunday 13th September 2015, once more
we took a group of people from St Augustine’s, in Halifax to Scargill House in the
Many of our group were seeking asylum, all had faced danger and persecution. One
young man escaped from Syria with all his friends shot dead by soldiers. Another
escaped being killed in Sudan – his skin was too black for the Arabic government.
Having faced huge danger they now come up against vast obstacles; even filling in
our permission forms means not only writing in a new language, but with a new alphabet.