In the beginning, well July 1989 to be exact, I found myself at a derelict building with a small group of older ladies. Days later I was attacked by a large gang of black youths who broke my cheek bone and burst my ear. At least eight other whites were beaten up that night. The ugly face of racism. My church is located in a violent area which comes complete with murders, attacks and increasing drug abuse.
Most mums are single, often young and there are many other problems.
This is not the place to be if you want to make it up the church career ladder .