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…

This will be my worship.

Someone once said that to write well you have to write what you know. Well, this is what I know…  Sometimes worship comes through gritted teeth and crying eyes, through tired breath and legs that shake as they stand. It’s not the care-free dance or the light-hearted shout, it’s the power of a mind deciding…

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…

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 car is my prayer room.

Driving around Burundi it occurs to me just how beautiful the world is; rolling hills with vivid shades of green fresh from the rainfall, peaks and valleys sculpting the breathtaking landscape of this precious country, laughing children playing along the roadside laughing and pointing as they see the “Muzungu” drive past, bright bursts of colour…

Hope

— Reflection I shared at Staff Prayers — It’s Wednesday morning, for most of us there is more of the week ahead of us than there is behind us. Some of you may have been working for a couple of hours already today, some of you may be appreciating the delay staff prayers offers to…

Watertanks and Mushrooms

Yesterday was a day of meetings. All very helpful, but not so fun to write about. Today, was a trip to the North West of Rwanda, right on the border of Uganda. I was exploring options for future teams to come out and support the work of Moucecore (a Tearfund partner). One option: help the…

Aeroplanes and Communities

“The saddest thing about life in the UK is that for most people, if they want an egg or some milk they’ll go to the shops.” When someone said that the other day I didn’t quite get why that was sad – until i thought back to when I was little and I’d go an…