And the guy I had arranged to meet DIDN'T SHOW UP.
Now that he seems to have fled the scene I can maybe explain a little about the guy who didn't show up. He's a Muslim boy who says/said he wants/wanted to convert to Christianity. It was on his behalf I contacted those evangelical clergymen who freaked me out so- and found myself attending a praise service in Urdu in South Manchester. I was keeping quiet about him because he was putting himself in some danger- and it seemed the less said the better. I don't know what has happened to him- and I can't find out because I don't have any way of contacting him. Maybe he was poorly yesterday, maybe he's been shipped back to Pakistan, maybe he's very sensibly decided that he's better off remaining Muslim.
I got involved because he asked me for help and I had contacts I could use. I only ever saw myself as the middle man, the enabler- which didn't stop others from projecting things onto me. For starters they mistook me for a Christian. This messed with my head not a little and I realised I had to get out as fast as I could.
But first I had promises to keep. I'm not sure if his non-appearance yesterday entirely lets me off the hook, but there's nothing I can do about the situation now except wait and see.