Giving

Do we get paid?

 We do not receive a salary but rely on Gods provision and the generosity of our friends family and churches to be able to continue volunteering here. As Christians we believe that everything we are given comes from God and many people choose to share what God has blessed them with, like sponsoring, many people believe in what we are doing and contribute towards it. We would like to say a huge "Thank You" to all those who support us as we would not be here without you. 
  
If you would like to make a one off gift or make regular monthly donations to support us as we continue to work with Children at risk and ex-street kids, please use the following details. There are a number of ways you can give.

Cheque:
Please make cheques payable to Sutton Christian Centre. Mark on the envelope or back of the cheque: for Tony and Laura Lewry. Post to 25 Tate Road, Sutton, SM1 2SY

Standing order or bank transfer:
Please email us to receive bank details for transfers. tonyandlauralewry@gmail.com

Gift Aid: 
If you are a UK Tax payer you can gift aid. Please email Laura and Tony.

Unless specified, gifts will not be anonymous. Please don't forget to let us know if you do give. This helps with admin, and us being able to thank you!


Thanks for your support!
Laura and Tony
tonyandlauralewry@gmail.com

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