I met a homeless girl once. She was fifteen and had been beaten by her father and thrown out of her house. It turned out that she had witnessed her brother hanging himself and her family was falling apart. She asked me to help her find somewhere to stay. It was Sunday night so I took her to church while we called the social services to find out what to do. She refused to go into the sanctuary so she was shown to a room at the back of the building. As I knelt to pray in the service, I caught a glimpse of a reflection in my watch face.…