Morning, Tom (Homeless Sunday 2026)

At 7.30, Father Labre unlocks St Benedict's.

It's a church centre with a small kitchen, some battered tables and a breakfast club.

And the kettle goes on, the toaster starts popping and someone asks if there is any more milk and there isn't.

Father Labourer finds some at the back of the fridge.

People start going in tea, toast, coffee, cereal.

Aldi knock off penguin bars and some are hungry.

Some haven't slept.

Some need to charge a phone and some need help with housing.

And every now and then it kicks off.

Father Labourer fills in a form and sends it to the diocese.

Once someone stole a Mother's Union charity box he'd left on the counter.

But most don't kick off.

They just want somewhere warm, where nobody is going to tell them to move on.

Tom lights a candle and mutters a prayer.

Father Larborough has learned that being a priest isn't always about having something profound to say.

Sometimes it's simply, morning Tom.

And then there is Sarah.

Sarah works for the council's street support team.

She spends most of the day outside.

She knows the hostels.

She knows the housing system.

She knows which numbers get answered and which ones don't.

And she finds Tom.

Morning, Tom.

She asks where he slept and where he'll sleep tonight.