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…

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…

Fight with love.

I was talking with a friend a few weeks back and—much to her amusement—I came out with, “the problem is, I have a lot of very strong opinions about everything”. It was funny, but it was also true. I’m an idealist—and a fairly stubborn one at that. Just try telling me that something can’t be…

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…

Dream bigger little girl.

I think I was about 11 years old when I told my daddy that I really wanted to have a wendy-house in the back-garden. In usual parent/child fashion we went back and forth for a while with our reasons why it was or wasn’t a good idea. I honed my negotiation skills early on and…

Counting the Cost.

I was in a meeting the other day listening to a presentation about some of the ways we’re moving forward at Tearfund. One guy asked a colleague of mine, “so, what’s the dream then? What does this look like in practice?” and her answer kind of stuck with me. She said, “I suppose the dream…

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…

Beautiful and good things.

“Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are” – Anais Nin I absolutely love this quote because I feel like it gives me permission to really enjoy the things I have around me. It sounds silly, but I actually felt a huge sigh of relief when I first read it…

Am I insane?

Albert Einstein said that the definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over again and expecting to get different results. Well, call me insane. Most years I make myself a list of things I want to do or achieve in the following twelve months. They often include countries I want to visit,…