This is the inside of St Martins...comparing to the Cathedral's we had seen up till that point, this one was brighter, far less ornate place of worship...no statues, paintings, crosses...it didn't feel like a church! It could very well have been a parliament building....but then I'm Catholic. 
There's a lot of poverty in London, a lot of students, travellers and foreigners...especially foreigners...(we were eventually playing "Spot the Englishman".....and couldn't!) This chap had obviously sought out a safe place to rest. Nobody disturbed him even though his snores would have drowned out a wall full of organ pipes and a full choir! St Martins obviously doesn't attract the tourism which the likes of St Paul's, Westminster Abby and Cathedral does...its quiet.. so yes, in that sense, its perhaps REALLY a church. 
I loved this. At the entrance to St Martins, there's this square block of concrete/stone. On each of the four sides of this square block were one of the four sentences of the first two verses of the Book of John 1:1-2 : "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God, He was in the beginning with God". 
This is the carving. It brought those four sentences to life for me, the essence of our Christian faith, the Holy Trinity, Jesus's likeness to man and therefore, His 'realness' and mostly, his ultimate sacrifice for us as a man. An almighty God and His ultimate sacrifice through love. How can we not love? How can we not forgive? If Greatness has the ability to humble himself in unconditional love (and strewth!!!... that must take something in these times), who are we to cross our arms, judge and condemn!?
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