Take my hand… let us dance together. Warm my aching bones with your breath. Encourage me, revive me, come dance with me again. For I am tired, you see? And I am in need. This child dreams of being rescued. Pick me up and help me to twirl, then perhaps I will have the energy... Continue Reading →
It started with our inbuilt yearning for justice. It began with hearing an idea which made sense. It began with pain. Knowing God desired liberation and we 'happened' to be the ones bearing the brunt of the church's resistance to justice. It moved on to a fear: speak and be hurt, questioned, isolated. Or, stay... Continue Reading →
Your worth defines you. "What do you do?" They ask me. "What is your job?" They inquire. "Who are you?" They mean. What you do is who you are, it signifies your worth, your value. When their drones deposit bombs on civilians they ask, what worth do these people have? Are they government officials or... Continue Reading →
We nearly always approach those who are different to us with hesitation and withhold our trust and vulnerability from them. Whilst occasionally this is wise, it is also often rooted in our assumption that our beliefs and way of doing things is 'right' and that which is different is either confusing (and thus we are wary) or it is downright 'wrong' ...When our initial approach to those who are different to us is with fear, suspicion, and inflexibility, it no doubt results in us criticizing them, rationalising their behaviour, and withdrawing from them in order to cope with our feelings of frustration, confusion, tension, and embarassment. This in turn results in our feeling alienated and isolated.
....instigated the long, painful yet necessary process, of my evaluating which parts of my worldview are holy and which are lies that my culture has propogated. Intrinsic to this, and arguably more important has been my wrestling with who God really is - what is true, and what are the christian cultural lies that I have automatically believed?
A short poem about being disenfranchised by Christianity, yet finally realising the need to be with a church.
In Christianity, faith, hope, and love, are the big three. Yet, I think that often we forget about hope, and shift our focus, perhaps slightly too much, onto only faith and love. After a low period, I began to read Theology of Hope by Jürgen Moltmann.
It is invasively isolating to be somewhere without close friends and family... my inner-world and reflective capacity soared, and thus so too did my self-confidence. What I don't realise however, is that when I am dancing for so long in my inner-world, I actually get worn out from not being with and participating in the life of others.
Place can become a part of you as much as some people do. We have relationships with places just as we do with people. Let's not underestimate the sadness that comes with the loss of place. The death of something is always a part of a transition. So is the joy and struggle of new life. God remains Lord, even during times of transition when a part of you dies.