I can’t imagine what it would be like to have my entire livelihood swept away in one fell swoop. I don’t even like changes to my routine and think life is great long as its trundles along unhindered. Then life throws an unexpected curveball and brings a different perspective on things. It’s wise to plan for the future, and it’s much easier to handle challenges when you’ve been taking care of business along the way, but sometimes events are just way beyond our control.
Imagine one minute driving home in your car, the next minute you are being carried away by flash floods. A few weeks ago Pakistan was affected by the worst floods in living memory, killing at least 1,400 people. It left hundreds of thousands injured and homeless; more than 20 million people were affected in different ways.
Natural disasters can be incredibly unpredictable. Changing rainfall patterns, floods, drought affect the poorest hardest because they are the least able to adapt to these climatic changes. For example in Pakistan, many of those affected by the floods were people dependent on agriculture and the destruction of their crops and livestock left them facing hunger and uncertainty. They now face the soul wrenching task of having to rebuild their lives from scratch.
I work for Christian relief agency Tearfund UK and I’m in daily communication with supporters on all aspects of Tearfund’s work. Our phone lines have been red hot for the past few weeks. What started out a gentle stream soon turned into a raging river. A lady couldn’t go on her holiday unless she’d done something to help the flood victims; an older gentleman donated despite barely even having enough money for himself; and a young man gave despite his recent redundancy. Hearing these stories was a humbling experience for someone like me. I flinch whenever I have to share my last piece of chewing gum and I seem forever preoccupied with work that needs to be done.
However, it’s not necessarily about striving to have more; because when God establishes His upside-down Kingdom....less is more.
And while these phone calls were happening, and while people across the globe turned on their TV’s and thought about whether or not respond, the church was already right there at the epicentre of the disaster distributing food, clothes, temporary shelter, carrying out door-to-door visits and identifying people in need. They reminded me of the early church, a community where members voluntarily shared their possessions with one another, even selling their personal property as required when funds were needed to help the poor. Things happened just because Jesus was among them. They didn’t have iPhones or flat screen TV’s, but simply lived with a love for Christ and each other and proclaimed the gospel with their lives not just with their mouths.
I simply love that about the church. In many parts of the world the church is the first place people run to in times of trouble because it’s at the heart of poor communities. It’s there for the long term with a promise of sustainable development and doesn’t haphazardly parachute down into theatres of poverty and suffering only to disappear the following week. This means that as the focal point of many communities, it has consistence and stability when other NGO’s fail or governmental structures prove unreliable. Crucially the local church is rooted in culture and local history, and therefore has the credibility, knowledge and expertise to maintain trustful relationships. People are empowered to shake off charity dependence, and to once again experience the dignity of earning their own livelihoods. Poor communities are equipped to identify root problems and build ownership of development initiatives to help them solve those problems themselves. Secular NGO’s might struggle to match this.
It got me thinking, what would happen if we, the church in the West, rolled up our sleeves, got our hands dirty, got to know people’s struggles and let our own struggles be known?
Through my work I have witnessed, over the years, how God has called seemingly ordinary people to extraordinary action. Time and time again I hear about life transforming ideas beginning with only a few inspired individuals. Their visions became tangible movements that spread across local and national boundaries like wildfire. And the successes of those visions have not solely depended on their gifts and training or even available resources, but on a connectedness to their community and a desire to use their God given passions to reach out to their neighbours.
A recurring pattern starts to emerge. It’s a question about relationship, not merely a question about money, power or social justice. It’s about knowing the names and faces of our neighbours and letting these relationships change us from the inside out because Jesus did not just leave changed individuals, He left supernatural community, a group of changed individuals together operating in the power of the Holy Spirit.
They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts, praising God and enjoying the favour of all the people. And the Lord added to their number daily those who were being saved. Acts 2:42–47 (NIV)
Wednesday, 25 August 2010
Friday, 23 July 2010
On beauty.
I remember feeling awkward about my hair as a teenager. It was neither straight nor quite curly - just somewhere in between. I begged my mum to cut my hair like Brenda’s from Beverly Hills 90210, but heartily regretted the decision afterwards. The fringe thing just wasn’t happening for me.
I’ll never forget the ear deafening silence when I entered my class room the next day with my umbrella shaped fringe. So quiet that tumbleweed aimlessly blew across the class room floor to the sound of a hollow wind. I tried to joke my way out of it, but was so utterly embarrassed I just about managed to drag myself to my desk.
I don’t know why this situation bothered my so much, but it did. It seemed to ring a bell of warning that I didn’t know how to respond to. Or just didn’t want to. Confronting questions around hair and identity just seemed like such an insurmountable task.
So the “beauty obsession train” just kept a ‘rollin. In college I’d never leave my house without make-up on. I watched beauty commercials in admiration as models meticulously applied their eye liner and foundation; bought a foundation at a local pharmacy which remotely suited my skin tone, then copied the process like it was a near extinct tribal ritual that would die out if I didn’t do it justice.
I wish there was a way of travelling back in time to tell that young girl how lovely she already was without the add-on’s. And her being me I could tell her with real conviction, hand on heart, that all those things she desired really wouldn’t make a difference in the long run. I’d tell her about the many experiences she’d have, the places she’d travel to, the interesting people she’d meet - and most importantly I’d tell her about the love of God. If I knew then what I know now, I would’ve saved a lifetime in front of the mirror, many hours of self depreciating agony, and many hours of trying to find my way back to sanity. I now look at old school pictures and have to ask “what in the world was I thinking?” And I am, too, surprised at how clearly I remember my friends’ minority complexes; nose too big, too tall, hair too thin or too thick, toes too crooked or a bit too long. Picking yourself apart like this is a special skill that only requires an open and willing mind; anyone can learn it whatever culture, class or race.
It’s sad that teenage girls, and many adult women, spend so much time being ridiculously obsessed about what they think are their physical flaws. And it doesn’t help that over time, cultural perceptions of beauty change, sometimes favouring voluptuous women and at other times very slim ones. We fight tooth and nail to fill our wardrobes with the “next best thing” and once we arrive at the ideal, the ideal changes and we find ourselves on an illusory journey chasing shadows. It’s like pursuing someone who’s playing hard to get; we think maybe they just need to be chased a little bit more before they give in to our irresistible charms. But it never happens. And we’re always left heartbroken.
I don’t know about you, but the change I want done is from the inside out. The most significant change I can experience takes place in my heart, and the overflow of this will be new thoughts, words and actions reflective of that change. Jesus beautifies us. Our focus should be to abide in Christ, and if we do, the Holy Spirit will produce the fruit, and this fruit will be the result of our intimate relationship with God.
It isn’t something we can conjure up on our own.
Thankfully.
I love John 15 verse 4 “Remain in me and I will remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me.
Authentic beauty cannot be found in fashionable trends or magazines and cannot be bought at a price. Someone once said “No one is saved by a gospel of self confidence” and it’s so true. Jesus reached down to us in our dirty rags and restored us unto Him when nothing in us was worthy.
More importantly, God created us wonderfully, fearfully, perfectly and no matter how we feel about ourselves, in spite of our perceived flaws, as a Father, He believes in us all the way.
It’s up to us if we believe what He says about us or not.
I’ll never forget the ear deafening silence when I entered my class room the next day with my umbrella shaped fringe. So quiet that tumbleweed aimlessly blew across the class room floor to the sound of a hollow wind. I tried to joke my way out of it, but was so utterly embarrassed I just about managed to drag myself to my desk.
I don’t know why this situation bothered my so much, but it did. It seemed to ring a bell of warning that I didn’t know how to respond to. Or just didn’t want to. Confronting questions around hair and identity just seemed like such an insurmountable task.
So the “beauty obsession train” just kept a ‘rollin. In college I’d never leave my house without make-up on. I watched beauty commercials in admiration as models meticulously applied their eye liner and foundation; bought a foundation at a local pharmacy which remotely suited my skin tone, then copied the process like it was a near extinct tribal ritual that would die out if I didn’t do it justice.
I wish there was a way of travelling back in time to tell that young girl how lovely she already was without the add-on’s. And her being me I could tell her with real conviction, hand on heart, that all those things she desired really wouldn’t make a difference in the long run. I’d tell her about the many experiences she’d have, the places she’d travel to, the interesting people she’d meet - and most importantly I’d tell her about the love of God. If I knew then what I know now, I would’ve saved a lifetime in front of the mirror, many hours of self depreciating agony, and many hours of trying to find my way back to sanity. I now look at old school pictures and have to ask “what in the world was I thinking?” And I am, too, surprised at how clearly I remember my friends’ minority complexes; nose too big, too tall, hair too thin or too thick, toes too crooked or a bit too long. Picking yourself apart like this is a special skill that only requires an open and willing mind; anyone can learn it whatever culture, class or race.
It’s sad that teenage girls, and many adult women, spend so much time being ridiculously obsessed about what they think are their physical flaws. And it doesn’t help that over time, cultural perceptions of beauty change, sometimes favouring voluptuous women and at other times very slim ones. We fight tooth and nail to fill our wardrobes with the “next best thing” and once we arrive at the ideal, the ideal changes and we find ourselves on an illusory journey chasing shadows. It’s like pursuing someone who’s playing hard to get; we think maybe they just need to be chased a little bit more before they give in to our irresistible charms. But it never happens. And we’re always left heartbroken.
I don’t know about you, but the change I want done is from the inside out. The most significant change I can experience takes place in my heart, and the overflow of this will be new thoughts, words and actions reflective of that change. Jesus beautifies us. Our focus should be to abide in Christ, and if we do, the Holy Spirit will produce the fruit, and this fruit will be the result of our intimate relationship with God.
It isn’t something we can conjure up on our own.
Thankfully.
I love John 15 verse 4 “Remain in me and I will remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me.
Authentic beauty cannot be found in fashionable trends or magazines and cannot be bought at a price. Someone once said “No one is saved by a gospel of self confidence” and it’s so true. Jesus reached down to us in our dirty rags and restored us unto Him when nothing in us was worthy.
More importantly, God created us wonderfully, fearfully, perfectly and no matter how we feel about ourselves, in spite of our perceived flaws, as a Father, He believes in us all the way.
It’s up to us if we believe what He says about us or not.
Sunday, 30 May 2010
Homes & Tornadoes
I used to have a rabbit called Holger, who'd bite through our furniture and leave the Styrofoam spilling out of the couches and traces of sawdust in his trail. You could always tell where Holger had been, such was the magnitude of his culinary adventures.
The chaotic scene which ensued stood in grave contrast to our normally neat and tidy home. And because we lived on the 4th floor, we couldn’t let Holger out into the garden to blow off steam. We had to accept the whirlwind that he was - for better or worse.
Funnily enough, after a while I got used to the Styrofoam. I’m sure everyone has a list of home improvements they intend to get around to. At first they bother us immensely, but after a while we kind of get used to them. And because they often carry a story with them, we can even begin to treasure them. So this got me thinking that, while science can tell us how to build a house, it can’t tell us what makes a home. Without us it’s just a house. We tidy it, paint it, put coasters under cups, hang our family photos on the walls, and allow rabbits to gnaw through furniture. Home is the one place that we can shape exactly the way we want it.
Philosopher Alain De Botton says:
"People have strained their backs carving flowers into their roof beams and their eyesight embroidering animals onto their tablecloths. They have given up weekends to hide unsightly cables behind ledges. They have thought carefully about appropriate kitchen work surfaces. They have imagined living in unattainably expensive houses pictured in magazines and then felt sad, as one does on passing an attractive stranger in a crowded street"
A lady I once knew was always changing something about her house. Whenever I visited her she was holding a curtain rail or assembling a new piece of IKEA furniture. She should have been crowned the Danish version of Martha Stewart, but unfortunately became really ill and had to drop the interior decorating.
It’s a tricky path we’re on when our homes begin to define who we are. But when we repeat the much loved phrase home is where the heart is - we’re talking about a deep longing which I believe God has put inside each of us. Yesterday’s Location, Location reminded me of this. The usually calm Phil Spencer almost lost his rag at the husband’s indifference to the locations he’d offered blood, sweat and tears trying to find.
“You must have an opinion about where you live” Phil asked in disbelief.
Husband just shrugged
“As long as my wife’s happy – I’m happy”
Happy days.
Wouldn’t house hunting be so much easier if all husbands were this servant hearted? Small or non-existent garages would pose no problem as long as the wife was happy as clams - apparently open clams give the appearance of smiling. Even in the city of Murmansk, Russia, where men build their garages far away from where they live to escape their humdrum lives, husbands would forego their garage privileges and spend the money, instead, on outdoor patio extensions.
In real life, of course, relationships are about giving and receiving and choosing a home should be a joint decision. It's just that finding a home is easier when you know where your heart is. For the husband on Location, his home was wherever his wife was. No doubt, people add something vital to what it means for us to feel at home somewhere. It also strikes me that though God created the earth to be our home, and declared it good, it doesn't look the way it's meant to. Our home has been messed with – as if scoundrels have plundered it and laid it bare. We are reminded of this every time we witness the suffering that leaves children as orphans and people without a home. In DR Congo, four million lives are estimated to have been lost due to conflict induced poverty. Over 2 million people remain internally displaced living in camps, and there are more than 300,000 Congolese refugees in neighboring countries.
So after thinking about this giant mess we’ve made of our earthly abode, and the pictures that accompany these thoughts, something begins to stir in my heart. A hope for a better future; a better home for the next generation. Because real mission is not written as a list of rules on a papyrus scroll, but on the hearts and lives of ordinary people like you and me. And we’re not alone; hundred thousand tiny dots connected make a much bigger picture. It’s really important to recognise that the little bit each person gives is crucial to the bigger picture. What would happen if the church invested its resources in responding to pressing issues such as homlessness? Rob Bell says: "from my experience, if the church was fully engaged, there are a number of issues that would go away". I agree. I dream of a church where the sick are healed and oppressed are set free; where we are stimulated to new levels of endeavour; where we refuse to denigrate others because, they too, are created in God's image.
Finally, I stumbled across this…
“Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father's mansion are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am” John 14:1-3
Mansion huh? That’s a pretty huge house in human standards, but when Jesus talks about mansions I think……gargantuan, massive, towering. It’s pretty awesome that Jesus is preparing a room for us in a ginormous mansion! He will come again, don’t ask me how, and personally receive us into heaven one day.
Wohoo.
No matter how beautiful or decrepit our earthly homes are, compared with the one God has prepared for us, they’re probably always going to look in a poor state of repair.
Like the kind that would lose it's roof in a tornado....
The chaotic scene which ensued stood in grave contrast to our normally neat and tidy home. And because we lived on the 4th floor, we couldn’t let Holger out into the garden to blow off steam. We had to accept the whirlwind that he was - for better or worse.
Funnily enough, after a while I got used to the Styrofoam. I’m sure everyone has a list of home improvements they intend to get around to. At first they bother us immensely, but after a while we kind of get used to them. And because they often carry a story with them, we can even begin to treasure them. So this got me thinking that, while science can tell us how to build a house, it can’t tell us what makes a home. Without us it’s just a house. We tidy it, paint it, put coasters under cups, hang our family photos on the walls, and allow rabbits to gnaw through furniture. Home is the one place that we can shape exactly the way we want it.
Philosopher Alain De Botton says:
"People have strained their backs carving flowers into their roof beams and their eyesight embroidering animals onto their tablecloths. They have given up weekends to hide unsightly cables behind ledges. They have thought carefully about appropriate kitchen work surfaces. They have imagined living in unattainably expensive houses pictured in magazines and then felt sad, as one does on passing an attractive stranger in a crowded street"
A lady I once knew was always changing something about her house. Whenever I visited her she was holding a curtain rail or assembling a new piece of IKEA furniture. She should have been crowned the Danish version of Martha Stewart, but unfortunately became really ill and had to drop the interior decorating.
It’s a tricky path we’re on when our homes begin to define who we are. But when we repeat the much loved phrase home is where the heart is - we’re talking about a deep longing which I believe God has put inside each of us. Yesterday’s Location, Location reminded me of this. The usually calm Phil Spencer almost lost his rag at the husband’s indifference to the locations he’d offered blood, sweat and tears trying to find.
“You must have an opinion about where you live” Phil asked in disbelief.
Husband just shrugged
“As long as my wife’s happy – I’m happy”
Happy days.
Wouldn’t house hunting be so much easier if all husbands were this servant hearted? Small or non-existent garages would pose no problem as long as the wife was happy as clams - apparently open clams give the appearance of smiling. Even in the city of Murmansk, Russia, where men build their garages far away from where they live to escape their humdrum lives, husbands would forego their garage privileges and spend the money, instead, on outdoor patio extensions.
In real life, of course, relationships are about giving and receiving and choosing a home should be a joint decision. It's just that finding a home is easier when you know where your heart is. For the husband on Location, his home was wherever his wife was. No doubt, people add something vital to what it means for us to feel at home somewhere. It also strikes me that though God created the earth to be our home, and declared it good, it doesn't look the way it's meant to. Our home has been messed with – as if scoundrels have plundered it and laid it bare. We are reminded of this every time we witness the suffering that leaves children as orphans and people without a home. In DR Congo, four million lives are estimated to have been lost due to conflict induced poverty. Over 2 million people remain internally displaced living in camps, and there are more than 300,000 Congolese refugees in neighboring countries.
So after thinking about this giant mess we’ve made of our earthly abode, and the pictures that accompany these thoughts, something begins to stir in my heart. A hope for a better future; a better home for the next generation. Because real mission is not written as a list of rules on a papyrus scroll, but on the hearts and lives of ordinary people like you and me. And we’re not alone; hundred thousand tiny dots connected make a much bigger picture. It’s really important to recognise that the little bit each person gives is crucial to the bigger picture. What would happen if the church invested its resources in responding to pressing issues such as homlessness? Rob Bell says: "from my experience, if the church was fully engaged, there are a number of issues that would go away". I agree. I dream of a church where the sick are healed and oppressed are set free; where we are stimulated to new levels of endeavour; where we refuse to denigrate others because, they too, are created in God's image.
Finally, I stumbled across this…
“Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father's mansion are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am” John 14:1-3
Mansion huh? That’s a pretty huge house in human standards, but when Jesus talks about mansions I think……gargantuan, massive, towering. It’s pretty awesome that Jesus is preparing a room for us in a ginormous mansion! He will come again, don’t ask me how, and personally receive us into heaven one day.
No matter how beautiful or decrepit our earthly homes are, compared with the one God has prepared for us, they’re probably always going to look in a poor state of repair.
Like the kind that would lose it's roof in a tornado....
Saturday, 8 May 2010
Blank Canvas
I was quickly taken aback by the - let’s say - very modern nature of the paintings at the Tate Modern recently; I even found myself tempted to fake fascination among the ooh’s and the aah’s.
“Don’t you think this blank canvas perfectly illustrates postmodernism”
“Erm...yes absolutely, and all the other ism’s too” Lord forgive me I've lied.
It surprised me that I didn't delve into the experience full throttle, after all I love art and one of my favourite phrases is “free admission”
Sitting down slightly befuddled, I imagined the thousands of people throwing thousands of pounds around at art auctions. I saw ladies in fur coats dripping with diamonds, gentlemen with Cuban cigars wearing designer labels, hands raised vying for the auctioneers attention. The hammer fell at the £50 million mark after twenty minutes of furious competition for Artist X’s “blank canvas”.
I just didn’t get the whole blank canvas thing.
Then as I walked around the turbine hall, I began to reflect on the artists’ ages, and how they seemed to live relatively long lives, well beyond 80. Surely someone once said that there's proven link between long life and happiness.
Perhaps Artist X had to scrape his pennies, struggle to pay bills, suffer ridicule from friends and family due to his very unorthodox artistry? But he was doing what he loved. He probably wouldn’t have chosen this path if his ambition was to make it big in the arts' world, because the pressure of “making it big” often starts to crowd out creativity, and draw people into operating on autopilot. Some of us stay in certain situations or relationships because it’s the safe option, because the thought of doing anything else, or being with someone else, is downright scary. I don’t necessarily advocate quitting a relationship or leaving a job to start painting; I’m talking about the due season when it becomes necessary to step out of the ordinary into new things.
Because, although Artist X might have painted an unusual painting and even risked ridicule, he didn’t seem scared of trying new things.
So thinking about Tate Modern, or when I look around at creation and see babies, flowers, trees, animals, I reflect on the fact that God has empowered creation to make more and continues to fill it with potential. It’s meant to grow, advance, change, move, morph.
Basically never be the same as yesterday.
Yes it might start out as a blank canvas - but it could end up looking like this:
The Lord says...
Behold I am doing a new thing! Now it springs forth, do you not perceive it and know it. Isaiah 43:19
I marvel at the thought of God being the greatest artist of all and like to think that, as the crown of His creation, we are His greatest works of art. How cool is it that no one else in the world has your fingerprints? The fact that we’re capable of complex verbal language and conscious thought; that we’re all created with different gifts and talents. And while the media may favour a certain body size, God created all body types and declared them all good. Each one wonderfully and fearfully made in intricate detail, over which God spent time pondering and designing.
And through you and me this pondering, designing and creating goes on and on because we're all in the business of making artwork out of our blank canvasses.
“Don’t you think this blank canvas perfectly illustrates postmodernism”
“Erm...yes absolutely, and all the other ism’s too” Lord forgive me I've lied.
It surprised me that I didn't delve into the experience full throttle, after all I love art and one of my favourite phrases is “free admission”
Sitting down slightly befuddled, I imagined the thousands of people throwing thousands of pounds around at art auctions. I saw ladies in fur coats dripping with diamonds, gentlemen with Cuban cigars wearing designer labels, hands raised vying for the auctioneers attention. The hammer fell at the £50 million mark after twenty minutes of furious competition for Artist X’s “blank canvas”.
I just didn’t get the whole blank canvas thing.
Then as I walked around the turbine hall, I began to reflect on the artists’ ages, and how they seemed to live relatively long lives, well beyond 80. Surely someone once said that there's proven link between long life and happiness.
Perhaps Artist X had to scrape his pennies, struggle to pay bills, suffer ridicule from friends and family due to his very unorthodox artistry? But he was doing what he loved. He probably wouldn’t have chosen this path if his ambition was to make it big in the arts' world, because the pressure of “making it big” often starts to crowd out creativity, and draw people into operating on autopilot. Some of us stay in certain situations or relationships because it’s the safe option, because the thought of doing anything else, or being with someone else, is downright scary. I don’t necessarily advocate quitting a relationship or leaving a job to start painting; I’m talking about the due season when it becomes necessary to step out of the ordinary into new things.
Because, although Artist X might have painted an unusual painting and even risked ridicule, he didn’t seem scared of trying new things.
So thinking about Tate Modern, or when I look around at creation and see babies, flowers, trees, animals, I reflect on the fact that God has empowered creation to make more and continues to fill it with potential. It’s meant to grow, advance, change, move, morph.
Basically never be the same as yesterday.
Yes it might start out as a blank canvas - but it could end up looking like this:
Life is charged with creative potential and is- in some ways - a blank canvas or piece of paper. Perhaps blank because it’s purposely left unfinished; because we’ve been invited into the beginning stages of something?
The Lord says...
Behold I am doing a new thing! Now it springs forth, do you not perceive it and know it. Isaiah 43:19
I marvel at the thought of God being the greatest artist of all and like to think that, as the crown of His creation, we are His greatest works of art. How cool is it that no one else in the world has your fingerprints? The fact that we’re capable of complex verbal language and conscious thought; that we’re all created with different gifts and talents. And while the media may favour a certain body size, God created all body types and declared them all good. Each one wonderfully and fearfully made in intricate detail, over which God spent time pondering and designing.
And through you and me this pondering, designing and creating goes on and on because we're all in the business of making artwork out of our blank canvasses.
Tuesday, 27 April 2010
Who to vote for?
As the national election campaign barrels on like a runaway train, I realise that election day is just around the corner.
It strikes me that, when I’ve followed politics in the past I’ve thrown the information out of my mind instead of storing it in a ‘safe place’ for later use. I think this stalling has become the norm for many who can’t quite figure out the significance of politics, or think it’s only for people who use words like swingometer or watch Parliament Live TV.
Perhaps it's because our focus is elsewhere. Many would say that living in London is a struggle for survival, where the homes of the upper middle classes exist very close to areas of unbelievable poverty.
Paradoxically the struggle may be the reason why some don’t recognise the importance of voting. I think of Rosa Parks, one woman who one afternoon made a big difference with one simple action. She refused to listen to a bus driver’s command that she give up her seat because of her skin color, and as a result was arrested. But there was hope yet. Her small action led to a big action; a boycott that resulted in near bankruptcy for the bus company. Then, as pressure and momentum kept gaining pace, a court ruled that racial segregation on buses was unconstitutional.
Rosa’s small action led to a big action…..that led to a bigger action. I think struggle is the exact reason we need to vote; whether it’s you or your neighbor’s struggle – it's all the same!
I don’t know about you, but I am grateful to live in a democratic society, where I don’t have to fear for my well-being because of my religion or race.
I'm also grateful to have an MP who listens to people.
It began with a very considerate and meaningful response to my university questionnaire about youth crime. Then it was a nearly two page response to my letter about the inequality of the UK tax system. Then it was her letter updates about her many door knocking adventures in Haringey. Lynne Featherstone, my Liberal Democrat MP, has over the years tirelessly campaigned for better housing, more youth community centers and fairer taxation to benefit the poor.
But in the name of making well informed decisions, I’ve also looked at David Cameron's call for a "Big Society", including government working with voluntary and faith groups. A society that is unified and have a shared sense of purpose is likely to produce well adjusted individuals. It’s a very good aspiration, but not sure it is realistic. I’m thinking about the 4 million children living below the poverty line in the UK. Children are particularly vulnerable to poverty, and financial support for them and their families via the tax and social security system plays an important role in their protecting.
I’m also thinking about the fact that the square mile and the wealthy in London enjoy the greatest financial advantage over the poorest that has been recorded since the days of slavery (Read the Daily Mail)
Shouldn’t these topics be on top of the agenda, above volunteering, above military? As someone once said at Tearfund, you can’t preach to people with empty stomachs.
Enter Gordon Brown who makes frequent references to the "moral compass" he inherited from his Christian background. I know a few Christians who will vote for him because of this, but I think it’s more important to make an informed decision based on who is going to be the best person for the job, who will seek to eradicate child poverty, restrict bankers' bonuses and give financial help to mothers and fathers who want to care for their children at home. The question isn’t whether or not a candidate has an overt form of morality but whether or not he is able to tackle above mentioned issues. I also can’t help thinking that despite the optimism of 1997 life has gotten worse for people at the bottom and better for people at the top.
Nick Clegg strikes me as having captured the mood of the nation. He talks about revolutionary tax reform to make sure those at the top pay their fair share in order to allocate to the people who need it most; and ending the favorable tax subsidies which top earners make on their pension contributions. Desperate times, desperate measures. There’s a sense of urgency here that I like.
But suddenly I remember that, as a Finnish citizen, I can only vote locally. Disappointment.
I want to vote in national elections but can’t this time around. So, for now I’ll decide on the person I think would make the best MP for my area. With Haringey Council officially rated the worst in London we really do need a change from Labour’s forty years of rule, and Lib Dem MP Lynne Featherstone has well and truly deserved to win the majority.
Finally...
Pure, unstained religion, according to God our Father, is to take care of orphans and widows when they suffer and to remain uncorrupted by this world. James 1:27
Thank you for reading – and I pray you’ll have clarity and wisdom as you tick the box on your ballot paper on May the 6th.
A few hinkylinks for you….
If you want to pray
If you feel your vote doesn’t count
If you want to write to your local MP
It strikes me that, when I’ve followed politics in the past I’ve thrown the information out of my mind instead of storing it in a ‘safe place’ for later use. I think this stalling has become the norm for many who can’t quite figure out the significance of politics, or think it’s only for people who use words like swingometer or watch Parliament Live TV.
Perhaps it's because our focus is elsewhere. Many would say that living in London is a struggle for survival, where the homes of the upper middle classes exist very close to areas of unbelievable poverty.
Paradoxically the struggle may be the reason why some don’t recognise the importance of voting. I think of Rosa Parks, one woman who one afternoon made a big difference with one simple action. She refused to listen to a bus driver’s command that she give up her seat because of her skin color, and as a result was arrested. But there was hope yet. Her small action led to a big action; a boycott that resulted in near bankruptcy for the bus company. Then, as pressure and momentum kept gaining pace, a court ruled that racial segregation on buses was unconstitutional.
Rosa’s small action led to a big action…..that led to a bigger action. I think struggle is the exact reason we need to vote; whether it’s you or your neighbor’s struggle – it's all the same!
I don’t know about you, but I am grateful to live in a democratic society, where I don’t have to fear for my well-being because of my religion or race.
I'm also grateful to have an MP who listens to people.
It began with a very considerate and meaningful response to my university questionnaire about youth crime. Then it was a nearly two page response to my letter about the inequality of the UK tax system. Then it was her letter updates about her many door knocking adventures in Haringey. Lynne Featherstone, my Liberal Democrat MP, has over the years tirelessly campaigned for better housing, more youth community centers and fairer taxation to benefit the poor.
But in the name of making well informed decisions, I’ve also looked at David Cameron's call for a "Big Society", including government working with voluntary and faith groups. A society that is unified and have a shared sense of purpose is likely to produce well adjusted individuals. It’s a very good aspiration, but not sure it is realistic. I’m thinking about the 4 million children living below the poverty line in the UK. Children are particularly vulnerable to poverty, and financial support for them and their families via the tax and social security system plays an important role in their protecting.
I’m also thinking about the fact that the square mile and the wealthy in London enjoy the greatest financial advantage over the poorest that has been recorded since the days of slavery (Read the Daily Mail)
Shouldn’t these topics be on top of the agenda, above volunteering, above military? As someone once said at Tearfund, you can’t preach to people with empty stomachs.
Enter Gordon Brown who makes frequent references to the "moral compass" he inherited from his Christian background. I know a few Christians who will vote for him because of this, but I think it’s more important to make an informed decision based on who is going to be the best person for the job, who will seek to eradicate child poverty, restrict bankers' bonuses and give financial help to mothers and fathers who want to care for their children at home. The question isn’t whether or not a candidate has an overt form of morality but whether or not he is able to tackle above mentioned issues. I also can’t help thinking that despite the optimism of 1997 life has gotten worse for people at the bottom and better for people at the top.
Nick Clegg strikes me as having captured the mood of the nation. He talks about revolutionary tax reform to make sure those at the top pay their fair share in order to allocate to the people who need it most; and ending the favorable tax subsidies which top earners make on their pension contributions. Desperate times, desperate measures. There’s a sense of urgency here that I like.
But suddenly I remember that, as a Finnish citizen, I can only vote locally. Disappointment.
I want to vote in national elections but can’t this time around. So, for now I’ll decide on the person I think would make the best MP for my area. With Haringey Council officially rated the worst in London we really do need a change from Labour’s forty years of rule, and Lib Dem MP Lynne Featherstone has well and truly deserved to win the majority.
Finally...
Pure, unstained religion, according to God our Father, is to take care of orphans and widows when they suffer and to remain uncorrupted by this world. James 1:27
Thank you for reading – and I pray you’ll have clarity and wisdom as you tick the box on your ballot paper on May the 6th.
A few hinkylinks for you….
If you want to pray
If you feel your vote doesn’t count
If you want to write to your local MP
Tuesday, 20 April 2010
Blog Introduction
I love conversations; whether they be over the dinnertable, in a street cafe, in a busy household, on park benches......and well on a blog. That's why I need to start by simply saying this: please talk to me! This is not a one-way blog, where I just inform you, reader, of the goings on in my life, fascinating as they are, but a space where reader and writer meet, chat, engage, reflect.
So...
I'm a Christian passionate about issues such as justice, politics, singing, books, nature, music, laughter, church, springtime, chocolate, the bible, things that make you go mmm, and did I mention my mum's homebaked bread? Everything rolled into one, into the delightful mixpot that life is.
I am also a person trying to figure out what it means to be a Christian and to follow God in my everyday life.
I like questions.
I think questions are good, because they challenge commonly held assumptions about ourselves and our environment. They help us to see things clearly; things which could have otherwise remained in the abyss of the unknown. However, I think the real challenge comes after you've asked the question, and somebody's answered it for you, and you have to move forward and make a choice. How do you act on that information?
Years ago my question was; how can I use my gifts to make a difference in the lives of those living in poverty? The answer eventually crystallised, like a very gradual eureka moment, and I suddenly had to make a choice to act or not to act. Looking back, I am amazed at how far my answer has taken me.
It could also be questions of less epic proportions like - which brand of coffee should I choose? Or how do I connect with my neighbours on a street where people barely say hello?
The questions, answers & choices thing is more difficult when you don't know of anyone who's gone before you - nobody to lend you a helping hand. You feel like a solitary figure blazing the trail of first time-ness, and you want out pronto. Because being the first at something can be both amazing and awe inspiring, as well as daunting and nerve wrecking. But it doesn't have to be that way. I'm realising that learning to stand isn't supposed to be quick and automatic like a baby's first gasps for breath; it's learned. So I practice and I practice.
In the meantime I look to friends, faith, relationships, politics, blogging; everything under the sun that will teach me to stand up for what I believe in, even if I am blazing a trail or going against the grain.
And whatever that means at any particular time....well you'll just have to stick around to find out.
So...
I'm a Christian passionate about issues such as justice, politics, singing, books, nature, music, laughter, church, springtime, chocolate, the bible, things that make you go mmm, and did I mention my mum's homebaked bread? Everything rolled into one, into the delightful mixpot that life is.
I am also a person trying to figure out what it means to be a Christian and to follow God in my everyday life.
I like questions.
I think questions are good, because they challenge commonly held assumptions about ourselves and our environment. They help us to see things clearly; things which could have otherwise remained in the abyss of the unknown. However, I think the real challenge comes after you've asked the question, and somebody's answered it for you, and you have to move forward and make a choice. How do you act on that information?
Years ago my question was; how can I use my gifts to make a difference in the lives of those living in poverty? The answer eventually crystallised, like a very gradual eureka moment, and I suddenly had to make a choice to act or not to act. Looking back, I am amazed at how far my answer has taken me.
It could also be questions of less epic proportions like - which brand of coffee should I choose? Or how do I connect with my neighbours on a street where people barely say hello?
The questions, answers & choices thing is more difficult when you don't know of anyone who's gone before you - nobody to lend you a helping hand. You feel like a solitary figure blazing the trail of first time-ness, and you want out pronto. Because being the first at something can be both amazing and awe inspiring, as well as daunting and nerve wrecking. But it doesn't have to be that way. I'm realising that learning to stand isn't supposed to be quick and automatic like a baby's first gasps for breath; it's learned. So I practice and I practice.
In the meantime I look to friends, faith, relationships, politics, blogging; everything under the sun that will teach me to stand up for what I believe in, even if I am blazing a trail or going against the grain.
And whatever that means at any particular time....well you'll just have to stick around to find out.
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