Standing Together

Today the worldwide community of God's Squad CMC stands in solidarity with and in prayer for our dear club brother Pedro and his precious family, as they give thanks to God for the life of their son, Tyrone.

Tyrone Marley Gilks 11/12/1993 - 21/3/2013

From your many brothers, sisters & children from God's Squad families, & from all others associated with this ministry you have served so well we send our deep sympathy, solidarity, & commitment to you Pedro, Rebekah & to all your family. Few words seem to make sense at such a time as this, except the many assurances from our sacred book that your dear son is assuredly "safe in the arms of Jesus" and you too are all embraced in the same loving arms. On behalf of our international community I send our love with the fervent hope that in the difficult days to come we will be a sustaining, loving community of caring friends for you in whatever ways you have need. The multitude of social media tributes to your dear son Tyrone must make you proud & thankful that your faith, love & example produced such an admirable character and vibrant life. We pray Jesus, who was acquainted with grief, and our divine Father, whose son died for us, will comfort & sustain your family at this time and in all your future days of precious memories, recovery & reflection. We love and cherish you all.
John Smith, International President GSCMC"

Throw Away Prayers

Having done about 400 of the 550 miles that day, I figured I was due a break of longer than it took to refuel the bike. So, I rode about 300 metres down past the pumps and parked in shady spot before launching back onto the Dutch motorway.

Short moments of still, quiet, reflection are precious on a long journey. As traffic thunders past on the other side of the trees, I quench my thirst and get some sugar intake.

As I begin the ritual of putting on my helmet, shades and gloves before firing the trusty Dyna into life, I notice a small scrap of paper on the tarmac below the bike.


On closer inspection, it’s a paper dart with the words, ..’please pray for . . ‘ visible on the upside of one of the wings. I recognised it as similar to the little prayer card things that are often in the chapel in prison.

As I stooped down and opened it, I read the scrawly pencilled words also in English; ‘..nobody, because there are no god.’

Some years ago, Tom Petty sang, ‘Even the losers get lucky sometimes’. Maybe also, even now, the throw away prayers don’t necessarily fall on deaf ears.