How close is poverty?

[This first appeared on the KingsgateChurch.org website in September 2014] When I was thirteen years old I used to bake really large chocolate cakes every Monday evening. Our church hosted a meal for those who were homeless in the area and I got to make dessert for them! I’d head out every week and sit…

That moment when I try not to be a pushy activist.

I’m probably the one staring at you while you sip on bottled water, the one asking with raised eyebrows about the recycling and wondering where your Fair trade coffee is. We all know those people—those activist friends who tell you there are children working for 10p a day in horrendous conditions just to make your…

Legacy or Legend?

I’m a fan of building new things—I love it in fact. I’m not really a maintainer of projects. I think I’d probably die doing that. Or something slightly less dramatic, perhaps. I guess I’ve always seen the achievement of one goal as an excellent stepping stone onto the next one. Once we’ve got there I’m…

Hi, my name’s Sarah and I’m a recovering Martha.

Every time I read the story of Mary and Martha I feel sorry for Martha. Don’t get me wrong, the message of the story isn’t lost on me, I just know that I’m her over and over again. Trying to make a good thing happen, but often missing the point. I picture her sitting in…

From a little sister, to a big brother.

My brother is one of my heroes. Often (for comedy value) I’ve found myself telling stories of Christmas fainting episodes, crash-dummy-alert bicycle rides, handfuls of sand in my mouth, borrowed face masks and the occasional viewing of Love Actually. But today for some reason I feel like telling some other stories. So Nath, from a…

Living in a lifeboat.

I don’t know about you, but sometimes I catch myself valuing people more for how they make me feel than simply for who they are; I can be guilty of enjoying what I get from them more than what I give. It happens a little too often, if I’m honest. Occasionally I might get it…

Letter to a 70 year old me…

After a few long, hard months of steep learning curves I told someone that I was tired of only learning stuff in hindsight. It’s exhausting. So they asked me to look 6 months ahead and consider the things I might want to have learnt when I look back. Being me, I thought I’d take it…

The (simplified) Bolivia Story.

I’ve grown extremely fond of Bolivia over the last 12 days. I feel sad that its been such a short trip as friendships have been made and yet again I will be leaving a piece of my heart in another country. It’s been a real privilege to see some of the work that Mosoj Yan…

Tell me your story.

There’s something special about hearing someone’s story. Our mind engages with stories much like it engages with music; it’s more than just random noise, it has meaning and resonates with our heart. Some days I feel like I was created just to make friends with people, and today was one of those days. It was…

A New Day

Im starting to love the words “I’m sorry” – and strangely not just hearing the sound of them, but actually saying them…and possibly even meaning them too! It feels odd, but its amazingly liberating to acknowledge that you screw things up and make mistakes sometimes. It takes the pressure off trying to be perfect when…

Ghana

A week in Ghana is really not long enough, I don’t want to leave. But I came here with a mind cluttered with thoughts and stresses and will return home with slightly more simplicity, so for that I am grateful. I hope it lasts. What strikes me most as I start the long drive back…

Relationship

I’m addicted to movies. I love them. I’m fascinated by watching characters develop and overcome obstacles to achieve their dreams. I love watching the relationship between the different characters and how no one person achieves their goal by themselves, there are always others involved. But it’s always hard, there’s always a struggle – usually with…