Loving My Neighbour: The story so far of Westminster Abbey Institute
It was like encountering a parched, brittle sponge that was desperate for water. Why had it taken us so long to discover just how badly our neighbours wanted to share our deep wells of spirit, that could nourish their souls? These were, after all, our immediate neighbours on Parliament Square, whose vocation is public service, whose good motives and efforts need all the support and encouragement they can get, who are hungry for space and time to reflect more deeply on their attempts to rule and run the country. We could, and should, respond.