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…

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…

Can we rethink poverty?

I’ve worked in the development sector for nearly seven years. People talk to me about “the poor” a lot. You know, that homogenous mass of people who don’t have what we have. The unfortunate ones. We talk about “the poor” and very quickly it becomes us and them. Us, the rich. Them, the poor. I…

Remembering and practicing sacrifice.

Today is a day to be grateful for sacrifice. Remembrance Sunday. Today we remember countless thousands who have given their all to protect and defend others. People who have encountered the horrendous reality of war, who have stepped up time and time again, who have taken up residence on the front lines of battle. They…

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…

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,…

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…

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…