'These Are a Few of My Favourite Things'

‘Rain drops on roses and whiskers on kittens…these are a few of my favourite things.’ Lyrics from the beautiful ‘Sound of Music’ of course! This is Maria telling the Von Trap children to sing about their favourite things when they are sad, and that will cheer them up. And this is, all in all, a great philosophy. When we’re feeling down, it’s really important to think of things and do things that cheer us up. Last night I made a ‘den’ in my bedroom. I’m 22. But I curled up in my den drinking tea because, at that moment, I needed to do something to make myself feel better.

But I think there’s a problem that we all face, and that’s when we immerse ourselves so much in our ‘favourite things’ that we become apathetic and ignorant to the harsh reality of the world outside. Take, for example, a current trend on Facebook. I’ve seen some of my friends post images of baby animals or flowers to stop the negative saturation of images on social media. I absolutely see the good intention behind this, but I think it’s actually really dangerous. Yes, there is a lot of negativity in the world, but surely social media is a platform in which these sorts of things can be displayed? I’m not saying have a full blown debate on Facebook, it’s not the right medium for that, but what I am saying is that it’s not wrong, more so it’s important, that we post truths  of what are going on in the world on Facebook. How do you think most organisations do petitions nowadays? And how are we able to point out issues, and raise awareness if we don’t expose ourselves to the truth? I do appreciate there is a lot of rubbish out there, and by no means am I saying ‘believe everything you read on the internet.’ That would be ridiculous. What I am saying is that there are some great sites with extremely insightful articles and blogs on them. Most charities have a Facebook page now, and UNICEF, Tearfund, Christian Aid, to name a few, post important articles which we should not shy away from reading! Are they nice reading? Not always. Is Ebola nice for the 10,000 people who’ve been affected? For the mother who is now widowed, and due to country laws has no rights over any of her husband’s possessions? For the children who have lost their parents? For the teenage girls being married off because they can’t go back to school? No it’s not nice! It’s horrific! But the least we can do is be informed about these issues, which hopefully provokes action of some sort, be it prayer, financial giving, or even volunteering. If we don’t inform ourselves wisely, and exploit a medium which millions look at daily, how are we going to see people rise up to stop these injustices?!

Another example is the response to the Sainsbury’s advert using World War One. Perhaps I am a scrooge and a bore for posting an article expressing the dangers of this ad, but I believe if we don’t share the genuine concerns we have, the truth will not be heard. It’s a dangerous advert which uses a horrifying event to sell chocolate. It doesn’t pay due to the hell of the trenches and it is, I believe, wrong. Some people have disagreed with me, fine, but it’s important that if I feel strongly that this piece is dangerous, I share that! Surely that is more important than a photo of a puppy?!

There’s an old expression, ‘ignorance is bliss.’ Perhaps. But it’s dangerous. If we choose to be ignorant to the situations going on around the world, we are as guilty as the perpetrators. If we choose to be deaf to the cries of the 27 million girls sold into slavery, we are as bad as the traffickers. Note what I am talking about here is wilful ignorance. Some people don’t have access to the news and updates, and that’s different. But choosing to hide behind a picture of a kitten when women are being raped in Iraq and sold into the sex trade, that’s just wrong. Ignorance is no excuse for a crime committed in a court. One day we will face the ultimate judge, Jesus. We can’t plead ignorant when we have the resources to know at our fingertips.

We know this stuff is happening! It’s not like we’ve never heard, we know about Ebola, about trafficking, about ISIS, about malnutrition, about malaria, about so many other issues. So if we know, and yet then we choose ignorance, what does that make us? 

Live Dangerously

Those of you who know me well might think this a slightly hypocritical title for a blog written by me. I am literally afraid of everything. You name it, it probably scares me or makes me nervous in some way. My idea of living dangerously is on-a-par with Miranda Hart, and the ‘seeing how many times you can walk past a hand-dryer without setting it off’, activity. Such fun! But as Christians I believe we are genuinely called to live dangerously. For some, being a Christian where they live is, by nature, life-threatening. Think of Iraq, Syria, North Korea, Nigeria, communist states. The list could go on. God calls us to dangerous lives. Someone like ‘Brother Andrew’ who smuggled Bibles into Soviet Russia epitomises that. If you haven’t read his book ‘God’s Smuggler,’ get yourself a copy and read it. If you have read it, read it again.

Not all of us are called to be Brother Andrews in what he did, fair enough. But we’re all called to live dangerously, it just takes different forms. I was listening to the song ‘Burn Like A Star’ by Rend Collective, and it really got me thinking. The words say ‘we are aching for the real thing.’ ‘Aching.’ That word does not hold positive connotations. Think about it, ‘toothache,’ ‘headache’, ‘earache.’ These are not nice things we would wish upon ourselves! But we are singing songs which literally say, I am in pain because I want more. I want more of Jesus, more of his Kingdom on this earth.

Paul writes that the earth cries out in pains as a mother in child birth as it eagerly awaits the return of Jesus.

“We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption and sonship, to the redemption of our bodies.’ (Romans 8:22-23)

Do we? As Christians we have a glorious hope that Jesus is coming back, and that this earth is not the end. But how much do we live in light of that? Or do we whip it out when we need a nice compact answer to the old ‘God and suffering’ question. We are living in a world that is not what Jesus intended, we are living in a world that is not yet complete. We should be constantly in agony over the brokenness of our globe, but how often do we just settle for what is now? How much are we really crying out in pain for what is going on in Iraq, Syria, Nigeria. For the children dying each day of preventable diseases. For the ten thousand people affected in some way but the Ebola virus. And coming out of our pain, our brokenness for this world should be action. Jesus was so devastated by the state of this world, he gave up the glory of heaven to come and die! When we have an earache, or a headache or whatever else, we seek relief. We seek treatment. Do we really do that with God? When we are so utterly devastated by the fact that every minute one woman dies in childbirth, do we actively seek an end to this suffering? By digging deep into our pockets, by getting our hands dirty. By laying aside other commitments to see healing begin, the same way we do when we get ill. Because that’s what Jesus asks of us.

Secondly, we need to think about what we are saying! ‘We are aching for the real thing.’ (Rend Collective-Burn Like A Star) is one example. Some of the worship songs we sing are incredibly dangerous to our own personal comfort. ‘Set a fire down in my soul that I can’t contain and I can’t control, I want more of you God.’ (United Pursuit-Set A Fire). What a song! But how dangerous, if we really mean it. A fire that WE can’t control? Giving up control so that Jesus can have it. I want more of you, LORD. The God who brought Israel out of Egypt, the God who raised Jesus from the dead, the God who appeared to Moses in a burning bush, the God who saw Ananais and Sapphira drop down dead. He is a dangerous God! As Mrs Beaver says about Aslan in C.S Lewis' novel: ‘The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe:’ “Safe?! Of course he isn’t safe, but he is good. He's the

King I tell you.” What a beautiful comparison to Yahweh. Of course he is not safe. But he is good. And if we really mean it, if we really want to, he will come and inhabit our hearts. He will answer our cries for more of him. Just don’t expect it to get easier, or to be comfortable when he does! My personal experience of this comes from the fact that I no longer feel at home in the country I grew up in. I am aching to go and live in Africa now, because God has taken my heart and put a burden for that nation on it so strongly that I can’t ignore it. And it’s going to be tough. And it’s going to be scary. It might even be dangerous. But when we ask him, if we really mean it ‘we will receive.’ He tells us himself in the book of Matthew. (Matthew 7:7).

So as we read the Bible, and as we pray, and as we worship, let’s think about what we’re asking. Let’s dwell on it, and then let’s pray it, with all our might! Let’s pray dangerous prayers that God would raise us up into faithful people, Kingdom builders, willing to live dangerous lives. Jesus tells us to ‘carry our cross.’ That is literally to take up the thing that will kill you and go. Being a Christian is dangerous, sometimes even deadly. But it’s so worth it.

I end with this prayer. Dwell on it, and if you are ready, pray it. 

'May God bless you with a restless discomfort 
about easy answers, half-truths and superficial relationships,
so that you may seek truth boldly and love deep within your heart.

May God bless you with holy anger at injustice, oppression,
and exploitation of people, so that you may tirelessly work for
justice, freedom, and peace among all people.

May God bless you with the gift of tears to shed with those who suffer
from pain, rejection, starvation, or the loss of all that they cherish, so that you may
reach out your hand to comfort them and transform their pain into joy.

May God bless you with enough foolishness to believe that
you really CAN make a difference in this world, so that you are able,
with God's grace, to do what others claim cannot be done.

And the blessing of God the Supreme Majesty and our Creator,
Jesus Christ the Incarnate Word who is our brother and Saviour,
and the Holy Spirit, our Advocate and Guide, be with you
and remain with you, this day and forevermore.'

International Day of the Girl-Are Women Human?

Saturday 11^th October is International Day of the Girl. A day declared by the UN as a day when we celebrate girls, and raise awareness of issues of gender inequality all around the world. But why do we need a 'Day of the Girl', you may ask? We have 'International Women’s Day,' and, to quote ‘Friends’ character, Phoebe Buffay, ‘we can vote, we can drive, what more do they want?!’ Well the truth is that no country in the world has achieved gender equality. In Emma Watson’s inspiring address to the UN, she outlined the reasons she was a feminist. Reasons such as wanting to have control over her own body, not be sexualised by the media, or the fact that she deserves the same pay as her male counterparts for doing the same work. You may read that, and have heard her speech (if you haven’t, listen to it!), and thought, ‘yes well Emma Watson’s a celebrity, she’s in the limelight, she’s a minority, that’s just the nature of the business she’s in.

I say to that is simply not true! As a woman in the West, we are not paid the same as men, we are sexualised for our bodies and we are not treated with the same respect afforded to our male counterparts.

But let’s look into this issue a little deeper. There are, at present, about 3 million women and girls worldwide, termed as ‘sex slaves.’ (Nicholas Kristoff and Sheryl Wudunn, Half the Sky). 3 million. Sold to be raped. Often this persistent rape, up to forty times a day, leads to rotting of the internal organs, AIDS, and premature death. The practice of female genital cutting is also ransacking African countries today. The same source estimates that every ten seconds a girl is pinned down and her genital areas are cut, leaving open wounds and scars. Perhaps you have children, or would like to one day. It is worth considering that the equivalent to five jumbo jets worth of women die in labour each day. Take that in. Five jumbo jets worth PER DAY. That’s one maternal death every minute. I could go on and on: the fact that a female foetus in more likely to be aborted than a male one, or that girls are often not afforded an education simply because of their sex, or that 700 million girls alive today were married before their 18^th birthday. That’s almost ten percent of the population! (Girls not Brides). Many of these girls are forced into premature marriage because their families cannot afford to keep them any longer, so they are married to men much older, often left as prisoners in their own home, expected to cook, fetch food and reproduce, until they are left as a widow with no rights over their late husband’s few possessions.

International Day of the Girl isn’t about feminists whining. It isn’t about saying that girls are more important than boys. It isn’t about us demanding superiority. It is about facing these issues and saying that they are not acceptable. That we will not sit by and let this happen. And the campaign is focused on girls, because they are the ones who are suffering! They are the ones who are affected.

Catharine MacKinnon writes this harrowing poem on the lack of equality afforded to women around the globe. Read it, read it again, and allow the words to sink in. And next time you slay feminism, or someone advocating for girls rights, imagine if it was you. Your body, your future, determined in seconds as you are sold to be raped. And maybe, just maybe, allow yourself to be human too.

Are women human?

Fifty years ago the Universal Declaration of Human Rights defined what a human being is. It told the world what a person, as a person, is entitled to. Are women human yet?

If women were human, would we be a cash crop shipped from Thailand in containers into New York's brothels? Would we have our genitals sliced out to purify us (of what?) and to bid and define our cultures? Would we be used as breeders, made to work without pay our whole lives, burned when our dowry money wasn't enough or when men tired of us, starved as widows when our husbands died if we survived his funeral pyre, forced to sell ourselves sexually because men won't value us for anything else? Would we be sold into marriage to priests to atone for our family's sins or to improve our family's earthly prospects? Would be we sexually and reproductively enslaved? Would we, when allowed to work for pay, be made to work at the most menial jobs and exploited at barely starvation level? Would we be trafficked for sexual use and entertainment worldwide in whatever form current technology makes possible? Would we be kept from learning to read and write?

If women were human, would we have little to no voice in public deliberations and in government? Would we be hidden behind veils and imprisoned in houses and stoned and shot for refusing? Would we be beaten nearly to death, and to death, by men with whom we are close? Would we be sexually molested in our families? Would we be raped in genocide to terrorize and destroy our ethnic communities, and raped again in that undeclared war that goes on every day in every country in the world in what is called peacetime? If women were human, would our violation be enjoyed by our violators? And, if we were human, when these things happened, would virtually nothing be done about it?

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When will women be human? When?

Are Women Human?

By Catharine MacKinnon Reflections on the Universal Declaration of Human Rights 171 (Barend van der Heijden & Bahia Tahzib-Lie, eds., Martinus Nijhoff Publishers, The Hague, 1999)

The silence is deafening: Nigeria

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-africa-29155529?ocid=socialflow_facebook

This links to an article that reports that Islamic Militant group, Boko Haram, have seized Nigerian city of two million, Maiduguri, and neighbouring state, Adamawa state.

I personally had not heard much about this until I saw BBC Africa post an article on Facebook. This feels all to familiar to the silence which was all to long after the same group kidnapped over 200 school girls in Nigeria on 14th April this year.

Boko Haram are Islamic extremists who have terrorized Nigeria. It's been 152 days since the girls have been kidnapped, and 180 of them are still missing. Many of the girls, teenagers, have been forced to marry men much older than them and renounce their religion and their education. Boko Haram basically means that western education is a sin. This translates to the notion that these terrorists cannot bear the fact that girls might just be able to go to school, learn to read, have an education. This is why they were targeted. 

These girls were taken over four months ago, mothers and fathers, sister and brothers are mourning and crying out for the return for these girls, but what about the rest of the world? Where are our voices? If 200 girls were kidnapped from a school in England, or America, there would be global uproar. Instead there was a wave of voices, hashtags trending people campaigning, but then, when nothing changed, the world fell silent. 

And now Boko Haram has once again gained power. An entire city has been captured, tens of thousands of men, women and children forced to leave their homes, driven out by terrorist forces. The Nigerian military have responded, but does the world know? Or perhaps are more frightening question to ask, does the world care?

13 years ago nations were shaken by the attack on the twin towers on 9/11. It was horrific, and we continue to pray for the families affected, and we must always remember the terrifying events of that day. 

But in the past few months terrorism has ravished the country of Nigeria, leaving families torn apart, people homeless and refugees in their own nation, as militants have gained authority. But there seems to be so little coverage. Why? Is it because we have grown immune to terrorist threats now, or because, although we hate to admit it, we kind of expect instability to happen in countries like Nigeria? Where as the US, 'well you know, we thought they were stable.' 'They're used to it over there' Ever heard yourself mutter that phrase?

I don't want to compare two seperate and equally tragic events, but I think it is crucial that we start to pay attention. Boko Haram have gotten away with horrendous war crimes, and they must be stopped!

We need to remind the world that these girls are still missing and that once again these terrorists have gained authority over a city and a state. Let's keep bombarding the media with messages that we haven't forgotten about Nigeria, that we still are praying and working to #bringbackourgirls, that we will not stand for terrorism in any country, against any nationality, towards any gender.

Boko Haram are a minority group of Islamic extremists, and yet they seem to have more power! It's time we realised our potential, realised we are the majority and made the world aware that we will not stay silent, we will not ignore the problems, we will face evil and we will overcome. 

After William Wilberforce exposed the truth of the slave trade to his contemporaries, he said this: 'You may choose to look the other way, but you can never again say that you did not know.' 

We can continue to turn away from the plight of 200 school girls and their families, from the terrifying power of extremists destroying a nation. Or we can act. We can remind the world, and Nigeria, that they are not forgotten, we will #bringbackourgirls and see Nigeria restored to peace.

You in?

Tweet/write to your MP.

Sign a petition

Host a fundraiser for organisations like Open Doors working tirelessly in Nigeria. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JfTHBVpCMZA&feature=youtu.be

This is my first attempt at a spoken word piece, it's about water sanitation and the injustice of it. Please watch and comment, any feedback is appreciated as, as I said, it's my first go at this!

Back to School: The Privilege of Education

September, shoes are cleaned, new bags are bought, pencils are sharpened, alarms are set, it's that time of year again. Growing up the phrase 'back to school' felt like a dark cloud looming over my summer holidays. I would be happily playing away and then someone would mutter that awful question, 'when do you go back to school?' Now don't get me wrong, I did enjoy school, secondary school in particular, but during the long freedom of summer, endless picnics and days on the beach, getting up early to go and get yet more homework and spelling tests felt like the last thing I wanted to do!

But in the UK we are so unbelievably lucky that education, at least through school, is not just available, but is a requirement to all children. In most countries in the world, education is a privilege, something to be treasured, something to fight for. 

In Uganda, as is the case in most of the developing world, people have to pay fees to go to school. There are a handful of government schools in Uganda, but they are few and far between, most people have to pay to send their children to school, aside from the cost of uniform, books and pencils. Furthermore, in most Ugandan schools, the rule is if parents haven't paid the fees, children are sent home until the family can find the money, at which point they start where the left off, leaving teenagers in primary school. Remember that these families are often desperately poor, even living on just £1 a day. Now when you think about having to pay school fees for multiple children, find food, pay for healthcare (there's no such thing as the NHS in Uganda either, but that's another post) educating children can be a challenge, and there are many children in Uganda or don't get the opportunity to go to school. It was Nelson Mandela who said that 'education is the most powerful weapon you can use to change the world.' And he is so right! If you educate a child, it provides them with resources to get a job, have an income, believe in their worth, a clear route out of poverty.

Some girls and boys in Uganda enjoying an education at Ruth Mothercare school (see below)

However, often money is not the only barrier which stops children having an education. In many cultures, girls are considered inferior, and are not offered the same educational opportunities as boys. Malala, the girl who stood up to the Taliban because she, as a girl, wanted to go to school, and got shot in the head for it, is a worldwide sensation. World leaders call upon this teenager! But she saw the importance of education, and wasn't willing to let cultural restrictions stop her. What an inspiration! 

A debate in a Ugandan classroom left Teacher Anna very unhappy!

But currently there are 65 million girls currently not in school (PLAN International). Just take that in. 65 million. That's more than the entire population of the United Kingdom! Educating girls is not simply about empowerment of that individual, however. Educating a girl can change an entire village, town, city or even country. 

This short video shows the amazing impact that educating a girl can have: 

http://www.girleffect.org/why-girls/#&panel1-1 Therefore not only does educating a girl help keep her out of poverty, it keeps her safe from the risk of human trafficking, dying in childbirth and HIV. 

An amazing book which argues for women's empowerment, 'Half the Sky, How to Change the World' makes this point: “It's no accident that the countries that have enjoyed an economic take off have been those that educated girls and then gave them the autonomy to move to the cities to find work”. The book backs up this claim with stories of transformation from communities who have invested in women. Ultimately, if you want to change the world, educate a girl. 

If you want to find out a bit more about this issue, the UN has loads of information of girls education and female empowerment generally. There's a reason why educating girls is part of the Millennium Development Goals.

I also highly recommend: 'Half the Sky: How to Change the World.' Nicholas D. Kristoff and Sheryl WuDunn.  and:  'I Am Malala.' Malala Yousafzai. 

If you want to do more, child sponsorship is an incredible way which helps get children into schools by helping pay their fees. I highly recommend Smile International, the organisation I worked with whilst in Uganda. 

http://www.smileinternational.org/sponsor-a-child.aspx

Whilst in Uganda, I had the joy of teaching in some local primary schools, one, pictured below, called Ruth Mothercare. Ruth Mothercare was set up as a school for children who couldn't really afford school, and consequently the fees are a lot lower. Furthermore, as I mentioned, often children get turned away for not paying fees, but after two weeks they are allowed to come back to Ruth Mothercare, and often there are children who haven't paid fees because their families just can't afford it, or have paid for previous years. This school was one of the most wonderful places I have been to, it was a joy to work with their two teachers, Teacher Ruth and Teacher Monica. I don't normally ask for money on this blog, and won't make a habit of it, but I can't stress how amazing Ruth Mothercare as a school is, and what an impact it is having on an incredibly poor community, so if you feel you want to donate, please talk to me. As you can tell I am very passionate about this so do speak to me if you want to know a bit more about this issue. 

Ruth Mothercare School, top and bottom is P1 and P2 classroom (one room) and the picture in the middle is the whole school. 

A final thought: this is a post about empowering girls. If you agreed with what I said (or at least some of it) you're probably a feminist, just something to chew on! 

Inspiration is better than judgement.

‘It’s a show about cakes!’ This was a tweet from Sue Perkins regarding the drama that exploded after the ice-cream/bin incident which occurred in the most recent episode of ‘The Great British Bake Off.’ Now don’t get me wrong, I want #justiceforIan as much as the next person, I am an activist after all. But really, is there a necessity to get so het up about what is comparatively a small issue. When one in eight people go to bed without food every night, and in South Sudan currently one million children are suffering from acute malnutrition; and we seem to be more concerned with an Irish guy having a strop. Something has gone wrong. Our priorities have gotten mixed up.

It seems that we care more about mundane issues on our doorstep than the haunting reality of what is going on in the world right now. Recently people down the road where I live have been getting very stressed because someone has cut their hedge without warning the rest of the street. Seriously. I wish I was making this stuff up. And this is a mindset, a belief we have created that our own comfort, our own way of life is the most important thing. When someone threatens that we will quite happily speak out, but when we hear stories of women sold into slavery in Iraq having been driven from their homes, where is the uproar? Where is the passion? Where is the desire for change?

I’m not saying that we are all totally apathetic, and obviously there are campaigns that are working tirelessly to help those affected in Iraq and South Sudan and other parts of the world. But what I am worried about is that our priority has become more about our own comfort, and the mundane things such as cakes than the harsh reality of this world.

I recently attended a Christian festival, and although I had a great time learning from God’s word, seeing old friends and worshipping my creator, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of sadness. It seemed that even in this Christian event, we have fallen into the trap that the world has created, a trap of individualism, consumerism, with personal comfort at the centre. To use an example, a lot of the worship seemed to be very self-indulgent. How many times does a worship song need to have the words me, or I in it? You are always with me, you never let me go, you love me, all for my good. Yes. These are amazing gospel truths which we need to embrace and to cling on to. But I think we need to remember in our worship to sing this over our brothers and sisters suffering in this world. Even if we changed the words to your love never runs out on us. What a difference would that make to the way we worship, remembering that our worship is not simply about what God has done for us, it is about embracing and praising him for the hope he brings to humanity as a whole.

So what do you do? Well this article is more of a statement of a mission I am on. Talking about this very issue, Danielle Strickland, Salvation Army Officer and activist said, ‘inspiration is so much more powerful than judgement.’ And that really challenged me. Rather than judge my friends, the people living down my street, the worship leaders for what I might perceive as an individualistic outlook, I have to model something different. I don’t know what is going on in people’s hearts, and me judging people for a possible lack of concern for the poor is just as hypocritical. I am guilty of the same sin I am judging them for! So my mission is to live differently. Mother Teresa, one of my heroes, didn’t shout at her contemporaries for their disdain shown towards lepers, she modelled a different way. She demonstrated an unconditional love. And I have to do the same. To live out the importance of justice, of outward looking worship, of concern for the orphan and the widow. So this article is a declaration that I am going to try, and an invitation for you to hold me accountable. To remind me when I am judging and not inspiring, when I am observing as a cynic and not loving unconditionally. And how am I going to do this? Through small actions, through rhythms essentially, which become habits. So when I worship, when I sing ‘you never let go’ sing it over the Iraqi Christians, and pray they know that truth. To buy ethically and so not to be guilty, like Israel, of exploiting others on the day of fasting. (See Isaiah 58). To ‘speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves’, (Proverbs 31) not just when it comes to questionable ice-cream sabotage. Ultimately, to act justly, love mercy and walk humbly with my God.

If you too want to inspire instead of judge, and feel this world aching for something more, please join me on this beautiful messy adventure. Join me as we seek to pray for the hurting, care for the sick, give to the orphan and widow, and display a connection with a world beyond our back garden.

The best model I can give for this is the gospel of Jesus. Quite possibly the second best is Tearfund’s ‘Rhythms’ page, helping you take small actions which create Rhythms which can change the world.

http://rhythms.org/

Check it out, sign up and let’s do this together.

‘A life not lived for others is not a life.’ Mother Teresa.

'Hashtag' Activists

The ‘hashtag’, love it, hate it, still not quite sure how to use it, it has become an internet sensation. Every status update, photo, comment is followed by a ‘hashtag’ of some sort. I even find myself using it when I am talking to someone! It’s a little bit ridiculous really. 

Some hashtags are great, they get a campaign trending, keep up awareness in social media of certain issues and unite people passionate about justice. For instance, the #bringbackourgirls hashtag for the girls kidnapped by the Boko Haram was incredibly popular. So is the #WeAreN, as a way of standing in solidarity with the Christians persecuted in Iraq. Or #SudanNow is another one, raising awareness for the plight of the community of South Sudan at present, as that country is torn apart by war. And as I say, these are great at maintaining momentum and attention for issues in the world of social media.

But the #bringbackourgirls hashtag still hasn’t seen the release of the 200 Nigerian school girls kidnapped by the Boko Haram. Remember them? And Jesus didn’t change the world through a hashtag. He did it hanging on a tree. Obviously Twitter wasn’t exactly around much in 1^st century AD, however, I think even if Jesus was on earth now, and had a Twiter and Facebook account, he wouldn’t just be hashtagging. Note an important word there. Just. There’s nothing wrong with social media campaigns, but seriously, how lazy have we become?! We write a 140 character tweet with a nice catchy or witty hashtag at the end. And then what? Have we become so comfortable that we have designed for ourselves a nice way to fight injustice from the comfort of our own homes? Jesus didn’t say carry your couch and follow me, he said carry your cross. A cross. The most horrendous form of execution the Romans could imagine. Where you slowly suffocate to death. Now we know Jesus died once for all on the cross, but what he is implying here is if you want to follow him, it’s going to be messy. It’s going to be painful. It could result in death. The problem with the hashtag campaigns is that our idea of a cross gains two more lines and becomes a lot easier to ‘follow,’ (in both the Biblical and the Twitter sense). I’m not saying we shouldn’t engage in our culture, we should, we just shouldn’t stop there.

I’m also not saying we should all pack our bags and head to Iraq, or Syria, or South Sudan, although if you can do that, do it! Go in Jesus name, perhaps that’s the cross he’s called you to carry. But I know not everyone can, so I’m saying do a bit more than join a ‘trending’ hashtag. We’re called to be in the world, but not of it. Let’s not follow the ‘trend.’ Let’s set a new one. One where campaigning for justice means getting your hands dirty. It means digging deep into your pockets. It means giving until it hurts, not just your money, but your time, your energy, your generosity.

I want to offer two practical ways in which you can do more than a hashtag to help change the world, particularly in Iraq, Gaza and South Sudan at the moment.

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•               Donate. Open Doors, Christian Aid, UNICEF, International Rescue Mission, Tearfund are just a few of the numerous amazing organisations working in these broken countries. Give more than 140 characters, give so that you feel it. Even if it means missing a Starbucks for one morning.

•      Pray, pray, pray, pray, pray. ‘If you ask for anything in my name, it will be given.’ (John 15:16, NIV). That’s a promise from Jesus. How many of us have spent hours, days, praying, and fasting for peace at the moment? When Jesus was praying in Gethsemane before his death, he was hurt that his disciples couldn’t stay awake for even one hour. (See Mark 14). I wonder if our friends in Iraq are thinking the same thing. Couldn’t you stay awake for one hour? Let me challenge you to try.

So as you’ve read this article, sorry it was a bit longer than a tweet, I encourage you to think about how you can act. How can you pick up your cross, not your phone, and follow Jesus? Even when it hurts. Indeed, two verses after the promise of answered prayer is this promise: ‘If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first.’ John 15:18, NIV). Following Jesus, not just on Twitter, but in real life, it’s painful. But could we try? I end with this: When Jesus returned and found his disciples sleeping a third time ‘they did not know what to say to him.’ (Mark 14:40, NIV). Let’s not be the same when we meet our LORD and our brothers and sisters who face horrors right now. Let’s not be  hashtag activists, let’s be real ones. 

We Are N

WeareN. This is the popular hashtag accompanying pictures of the letter ‘nun’, the first letter of the word Nazarene in Arabic, Nazarene meaning Christian. Many people have put this on their Facebook and Twitter profiles to stand in solidarity with those suffering horrendous things in Iraq. We are N. We are Christians. We follow Jesus. According to our Facebook profile picture at least.

But what when we’ve changed the photo, or when we leave the church building after ‘a really helpful talk’, do we just leave it there?

I’ve just returned from ten months in Uganda. I’m overwhelmed, I’m shocked and to be frank, I’m scared. I’m scared at how much difference an eight hour flight can make to what the world around me looks like. But even more than that, I’m scared at the distance we in the west seem to have put between us and the rest of the world, not eight hours, but a world away. We go to church and we sing songs of how great Jesus is and when all around is fading he is our strength. And it’s true, he is wonderful, I’m a big fan. But how often do we simply sing these songs and listen to these talks with tunnel vision. Applying it to my life, to me, myself and I? When all in our lives in fading. What about people who are dying every single day from preventable diseases? What about children who are being beheaded in Iraq? What about the despair that is so evident in Gaza right now? Can we really sing that with those in mind, because we know we will act on behalf of them? Have we limited the gospel of Jesus so much to ourselves that we go to church hoping for some sort of personal transaction? Like a spiritual ‘ATM.’ LORD, I’ll give you an a hour and a half and if you could top me up spiritually, give me a bit of peace, help me through this week and let me hear a talk that reminds me that you love me that would be dandy, and then we’ll both be on our way, thanks very much, see you next week.

The gospel of Jesus is so, so much more than that. It’s life changing. It’s transformative. It messes you up. Because your concern, your heart, your desire for Jesus’ help isn’t just personal anymore. It’s about others. You feel other’s pain. You hurt for those who hurt, you mourn with those who mourn. I have been absolutely broken about the situation in Iraq. Because my faith is no longer just about ‘self-help.’ It’s about Jesus. It’s about his children, those who are hurting, broken, scared, abused, tortured, being killed. So rather than go to church, or change my profile picture, and leave it there, and get on with my life, I want to do everything in my power to eradicate injustice. You may read that sentence and think I don’t have much power. I’m an unemployed graduate. So yes, in earthly terms in don’t have much power. But thankfully my identity is not based on earthly terms, it’s in heaven’s currency, and according to God, ‘all authority in heaven and earth has been given to me.’ I have power, because I trust in Jesus, and it’s his power, manifesting itself in me. The Bible describes Jesus as a roaring lion, friends, let’s set that lion free in the name of justice! Let’s go out in power and in might, proclaiming the word of the LORD! Not because we ought to, not for some sort of quota, but because when you follow Jesus your personal satisfaction is not enough anymore. Things going well in your own bubble is not satisfying. Because you see this broken world and you mourn. And as Jesus reminds us, ‘the poor will always be with you.’ So we always need to be out, loving people, serving people, getting down on our knees for people, buying a cup of coffee for someone going through a tough time. Jesus loves us so much he died for us, and he calls us to love like that.

Jesus messes you up. He changes everything. Life ceases to be about your own personal comfort and becomes a relentless pursuit of justice, freedom, love and peace. So let us show the world that we are N. Not just by our Facebook and Twitter profiles, but by the love of Jesus, set in us, so that we can’t help but love people, serve people, and see this world transformed. 

The Need For Friendship

I believe friendship to be one of the greatest gifts God has given us. To be able to do life with people; to laugh hysterically, to cry and weep, to share experiences and journey with another person is a wonderful thing. I love to story of David and Jonathan in the Bible Their love for each other was deeper than the love of a brother. What a beautiful picture of friendship that is! Jonathan, who, knowing David would be King over him, walked so closely with his friend, standing up to his father, even risking his life for Daivd. And that’s what the Bible defines as true friendship, as a true expression of love for another human being. 1 John 3:16 says: ‘by this we know love, that he laid down his life for us, and we ought to lay down our lives for the brothers and sisters.’ (Holy Bible, NIV) A slightly less quoted passage then John 3:16, but nonetheless true, beautiful, challenging.

So who is my brother/sister? That sounds similar to the question a Pharisee asked of Jesus when asking what the two most important commandments are, and Jesus replied: love God and love your neighbour, so the man asked, ‘who is my neighbour?’ Jesus responds with the parable of the Good Samaritan. A man, attacked and beaten, left for dead. And who looks after him? The Samaritan. The stranger. In this example, the enemy. (Luke 10:25-38).

Let’s look at our world today. Who could represent the man dying in the road? How about the 1 in 8 people who go to bed hungry every night? How about the 1 in 4 women in the UK alone who will be victims of physical abuse? How about the 27 million people currently trapped in modern day slavery? How about the victims of the horrendous events in Syria, Egypt, Ukraine…I could go on! They are all our neighbours! But let’s be honest, statistics are numbing. So let’s look at it this way:

How about the child who lives in slums in Uganda. Who has no food to eat tonight. Who didn’t eat dinner last night and may well not eat tomorrow. Who’s body is slowly failing because there is no food.

How about the woman who was forced to marry a man twice her age. Who is beaten, raped, absued every single day and fears to speak.

How about the boy from Cambodia who was sold to traffickers because his parents could not afford to keep him. Sold. Like property, in order to work intensely long hours doing back breaking work all so we can have a cup of tea.

They are our neighbours, our friends, our brothers and sisters. What about us? Are we the Religious Leader or Teacher who crosses by? The one who talks the talk but when it comes to it, we fail to walk the walk? Or are we, as Jesus says we ought to be, the Samaritan? The one who will stop everything he’s doing to rescue someone whom the world had forgotten. Someone who, tragically, those representing the church had left for dead. How true is that of our churches today? Do we say all the right stuff but when it comes to practically loving our neighbour, cross over to the other side, claiming we’re too busy, too tired, it’s not our calling. (That one gets me…social justice isn’t a calling for a few, it’s in the genes of Christianity.)

The Good Samaritan did not even know the name of the guy he helped on the side of the road. But he looked at him and saw a neighbour. Saw a brother. Not an enemy, as society would have told him, not a statistic, which we often hide behind, not a waste of time, which tragically often speaks volumes about are attitude to the poor, a friend. A brother. And if we are to live like Jesus tells us, when we look at those ‘dying’ on the side of the road, either physically, spiritually or emotionally, we are to see them as friends. And if they are our friends, how are we to react? ‘To lay down our lives for them.’

So what does this look like? Well in some senses it may mean literal death. If God calls us to ‘go’ sometimes that entails going to places where we will risk our lives. But it also means surrender. It means surrendering the choice to decide where you live, how you live, what you buy, how you spend your money, your time. It means to surrender it all to God and let him guide you to the dying friend, and calling you to stop whatever you’re doing, bend down, clean up his wounds and rescue him. It’s radical love. It’s Christianity at its core. Loving God with all our heart, soul, mind and strength, the outpouring of which sees us love our neighbour as ourselves. And so willing to give ourselves to that neighbour. To that friend. To that brother or sister.

This is just to present some thoughts and ideas, but I would love just to point you to a couple of websites that will help you do this and guide you on living differently.

-Rhythms, Tearfund’s amazing website and app which has loads of ‘actions’ which transform the way you live and in turn can change the world.

-The 'A21 Campaign.' A charity committed to seeing trafficking eradicated. ’21 ways to act’ is a great tool which shows you how you can be involved in the fight for freedom.

-Child sponsorship. Sponsoring a child can see them have an education and the chance to learn the gospel in a setting which they otherwise might not have. Lots of charities do child sponsorship, but I will highlight just two: Smile International and Compassion.

Check out the websites for any of these charities and see how you can begin to be a friend, a Good Samaritan, to lay down your life for the sake of your friends.

*Statistics and casestudies from Tearfund, A21 campaign, Restored.

From 'The Little White Girl'

From ‘The Little White Girl.’

I recently read an article entitled ‘The Problem With Little White Girls (and Boys).’ The writer was questioning the effectiveness of western teams heading out to the developing world to work with and help local communities.

I currently live in Uganda, volunteering with a charity. I am ‘a little white girl.’ The article was saying that sending teams out can actually be detrimental to development efforts. I completely agree! The notion of wealthy young people going out to the developing world to ‘save it’ is, to be honest, a lie. The author of the article refers to an experience she had building a library, where the local community had to ‘undo’ the work their team had done. And that highlights a hugely important point about overseas volunteering. It’s not us coming to do it for them. It’s us doing it with them. Learning when we’re doing wrong, and sharing skills, resources and experiences. We are a global community, a family. And we have to do this together. Working alongside sustainable projects based in-country for the long haul.

This point is concluded with the phrase ‘we failed at the sole purpose of our trip.’ For me, the sole purpose of my trip here isn’t to leave a physical legacy, have been a fantastic teacher or have built something. That’s great, but it’s deeper than that; it’s to be changed. To see poverty with fresh eyes. To have made poverty personal. To be transformed and broken on a level so much for the poor that I will never be the same again…and so I will consequently commit my life to passionately pursuing justice, whatever it takes. And I would argue that anyone going on a trip to the developing world will have that. And if that doesn't happen, that is failure.

So what about the success of the work I’m doing out here? Well I never intended on coming to Uganda and becoming a child’s hero. As the article says, I want her hero to be someone of her culture, her race, someone who can continue to help and inspire her when my flight leaves. But perhaps by my coming out here and running a children’s club for two hours so the mother has a break, when the child goes home again she can relate to her rested, restored mother, who then can be her hero. I’m no one’s hero, but perhaps by the small actions I can do, I can enable someone else to become a hero.

I never came out to reform the education system. Who am to presume I could do that?! I have no qualifications, no training and I cannot pretend I have a strong desire to be a teacher. But I go into a school twice and week to work with local teachers and teach children English, Maths, RE and other subjects. I am not a builder and yet I have helped build a church, and on a separate occasion, a water-tank for a local community.

But I know I am doing the right thing. Why? Because our English team and the Ugandan team are working in tandem. We do things together, we share experiences, challenges, ideas and struggles. And yes, I struggle with my lack of qualifications! But I have to remember something, I was blessed with a good education, enthusiastic teachers and a great school life. So I can bring experience from my own childhood when teaching these kids. I went to church and grew up going to children’s clubs. So although I’m not children’s worker, I have memories of great holiday clubs. I was blessed so I can bless others. I am no builder, but I can carry bricks and lay them. I just need to be humble enough to listen, to remember that I am not here to solve every problem. I’m here to help and we’re here working together.

I’m a Christian. I believe in a God who uses the nobodies, the unqualified, those who, on the outside, look like they can’t do anything. And he uses us to change the world. He did it with 12 men, tax collectors and fishermen. Jesus doesn't call the qualified, he qualifies the called. If we all waited until we were totally qualified for a task nothing would ever get done!

The important thing is to work with an organisation that are in the field, in-country for the long haul. The author of the article to which I refer uses some brilliant examples of work in the Dominican Republic, and of employing local people to run projects out there. And that is exactly what is needed. Using local volunteers with a much better knowledge of the culture and language. However, I can still be here helping, bringing what I do know, what I have learnt, and ultimately, being challenged by what I see.

I would encourage you if you’re thinking about volunteering to question your attitude. Why do you want to do this? You are not the answer to all the problems faced by developing countries, I hate to break it to you! But you can go serve, alongside the community. And as you do, you will be changed in ways you can’t even imagine. You will be refined. You will be challenged. You will be equipped to begin to change the world.

So in the words of Mother Teresa: ‘Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough; give the world the best you've got anyway.’