This beautiful short video of snapshots of Uganda and Tanzania brings back memories of moments and cameos from my recent trip and hopefully gives you a glimpse of the sights and sounds I experienced.
There are currently full on gun fights in the streets on a regular basis in Manenberg. That’s not near where I live but friends of mine do live there.
Please pray for peace in the community. A friend of mine, Jonathan, is trying to gather the community together to work towards peace. He is part of the Fusion community, which I have written about before. There have been times before when prayer from that community has brought dramatic breakthrough in the fighting. We need to see that again, and a longer term solution to the conflict.
As I’ve mentioned before, Fusion is a wonderful and inspiring community that mentors and supports high risk youth in Manenberg, helping them to come off drugs and out of gangs, into a positive, Jesus centred community and identity. There have been incredible stories of young adults lives being turned around. If you didn’t see the video of the story of one young man’s turn around, do watch it here.
They are inviting people to PRAY for Manenberg from 11am Friday 26th July (this Friday) until 11am 27th July. If you are in Cape Town you can find them on facebook and book a timeslot. During that time, Fusion Manenberg will be hitting the streets to shower the community with red ribbons to pray for and promote peace. They are inviting Manenberg residents to join them for prayer walks and the ribboning of Manenberg.
On 27th July (safety dependent), Fusion are running 14km through Manenberg to raise money for running costs for the next year. Wherever you are and whether you’ve experienced living in that kind of fear or not, why not join in and partner with these people who are giving their lives to love this community and be channels of God’s transformation there.
If you want to give, here is the link to follow:
St Augustine says, “The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.” But when we do travel, the pages fly. Each moment a new story, each day a new chapter. And without each one, the book is not complete. And so I soak up every word, every face, every name. Each pair of eyes I look into is another line written in my book and another way I will never be the same again.
Burundi was many things. It was Love in a glass of water. It was Peace in a litter of piglets. It was Hope in a marketplace being rebuilt.
I want to continue to share with you a few posts by friends who traveled with me in Uganda and Burundi. Mostly because they write so beautifully but also because I haven’t managed to write up as much as I had hoped yet and I don’t want you to have to wait too long before hearing about our experiences.
So here is a post by Fiona Lynne about the many people and stories we encountered in Burundi.
Home is where the heart is
But what if your heart is in two places?
Where people I love live.
But I don’t feel
Like my heart is torn
It usually feels more peaceful than that.
Even more rich
Than if my heart was in only one place.
When I am in one, I love and enjoy the people there
And when I am in the other, I do the same.
There is often a little tug on my heart
Reminding me of the one far away.
Tugs of variant force and persistence
Sometimes easy to ignore
Sometimes a bit sharper
Making my heart a little sore.
I try to listen to my heart when it feels that way
And reach out to connect across the oceans
It’s a small price to pay
For the privilege.
I’m truely blessed to feel at home in both places.
Cape Town, the city and community I love
And primary home for now.
London, where family and friends
Also make me feel known, loved and at home.
So I’m grateful.
For home is where the heart is
And I just happen
To have two.
This poem is related to a previous post about simply being present with those who are suffering.
So much blood
And a precious bundle in carefully folded bright blue cloth
Through the mess
I see my friend
Who I love deeply
She smiles and says she’s so glad I’m there
She clings to me
A safe arm I guess
A privilege to stay with you, to not rush away
To hold your hand tight
To stand with you
Through the shock, weakness, questions, pain, tears, grief
Nowhere in the world I’d rather be than right here.
A holy moment
The three of us,
And this tiny tiny baby
Red and not yet fully formed
Yet with perfect little finger nails
As you name your baby
And release his spirit to God
As you weep and I hold you
I am humbled that I’m allowed in
To be this to you right now
To show you love, tenderness, care
To give what isn’t my own to give
Nothing draining from me
To be a channel
Simply a channel
To be available.
And we both know it
God is here, with us
I can feel it
Your bed attended by angels
I sing over you gently
Supernatural peace, in fact
A gift from Him.
— All poems and original writing on this blog are Copyright © Hilary Murdoch 2013
“How about this? How about when someone is before us, a real, live person, suffering, we be a person?…in that moment, when they are feeling their humanity so acutely or they have shown themselves to be a regular person like the rest of us, how about we surround them with the grace of being seen, being heard, and simply being loved?”
This is a brilliant piece by Sarah Bessey, which expresses something I so strongly believe in. The art of simply being present and being human when someone is suffering. I also love this post by Kathy Escobar about being ‘with’ and alongside people.
This is so hard to do. Everything inside us feels we should give some answer, some wise words, but usually there is none to give and if we try we just sound insensitive and trite. But what the person often needs is just other people walking alongside them, being present and being themselves. Some companionship on a dark road even if few words are spoken.
When a close friend of mine’s mum died suddenly, I felt maybe I should go and be with her. But everything in me was fearful. I didn’t know how to be with someone in such suffering. What would I say? Persuaded by a few friends to take courage, I decided to simply jump on a train and turn up, just the day after the tragedy. I stayed with her for a few days and then returned for more time later that month. It was easier than I thought. Lighter than I’d thought. I was just coming to be with her, not to offer answers or solutions, as I had none to offer. But I could offer myself: a shoulder to cry on, a friend to walk with, a praying presence in the house and a helping hand for the practicalities of living that have to continue, even when you feel the world should have stopped. And it was received and appreciated. It made a big difference to her and her grieving. It was a huge lesson for me that just offering myself is enough. I learnt that I carry peace within me because the ‘Prince of Peace’ is in me and so I can walk into a situation and inject peace and hope into it, often without even trying. That may sound arrogant but in fact it’s the opposite. It’s the realization that I have both nothing to give from myself and yet everything to give because of who is inside me.
But I didn’t always know that was the thing to do. I learnt the hard way. Another close friend of mine lost her mum a few years before and I mistakenly thought she didn’t need me or want me around. I was wrong and hurt her deeply. That’s one significant regret in my life.
Another situation happened more recently when a friend of mine who lives on the streets near my home had a miscarriage. I went with her to the hospital and simply stayed with her, prayed with her, held her hand through the pain, grief and bloody mess. It felt a huge privilege. We both knew we were on holy ground. We could feel the presence of God, bringing peace. I wrote a poem about that experience which I wasn’t sure whether I would share on the web but maybe I will. Watch this space.
“How do we stand in this blurry line between expectancy and restlessness with an awe-struck sense of peace?”
I really love this beautifully written piece (link below) about living in the now, and sensing what your ‘time such as this’ is right now. I really resonate with the sense of God guiding by ‘the laying down of stepping-stones’ rather than showing the long term picture, by stirrings, ‘nudges, gentle in nature and laced with grace’ and the ‘creaking of doors opening’.
I feel like I can hear that creaking right now, and I’m intrigued to see where the doors will lead. I’m living in the expectancy.
I arrived home to Cape Town today with a bit of a cold. Having had an incredible re-connecting time in the UK with precious family and friends which was such a gift. I am laying low today, not ready yet to re-emerge. But I will be soon, and I’m looking forward to what’s ahead.
You can read the full beautifully written post ‘A time such as this’ (which I hugely recommend) here.
I found this beautiful video, I hope you like it as much as I do.
I really believe it’s true that perhaps we don’t really understand what love is. It’s an action not a feeling. It’s not about finding Mr or Mrs Right or even worse Mr or Mrs Perfect (because no-one, really no-one is perfect and we’ll just live with constantly growing disappointment) but about being the kind of person who could love, care for, affirm, build up and commit to another. It’s not about how we can be satisfied and happy ourselves but a decision to choose to give of ourselves to others and in that giving there is fulfillment and joy.
The Western culture, with no little help from Hollywood, has certainly put an interesting slant on what “love” is over the past few decades. We often see, and even experience, examples of relationships that start with all the good intentions in the world, that end up going crooked somewhere in the middle and simply finish with hurt and broken lives. If “all we need is Love” then perhaps we don’t really understand what love is. This short film tells a story of love that hasn’t simply blossomed in the sun but has flourished in the darkness of struggle and sickness. This story really shows us what love is and who the person is that has inspired that love in their lives.
See the video on it’s original site here.
Sweet Home Farm is an informal settlement in Philipi, Cape Town. The Warehouse, the organisation I partner with, has been working with Sweet Home Farm for some time now. The article below was included in the Warehouse’s latest newsletter, reflecting on the challenges of working sensitively with a community and the transition from partnership to inter-dependence.
From partnership to inter-dependence
“Everyone should be quick to listen” – James, a servant of God and the Lord Jesus Christ
We, Siya James and Craig Stewart, have worked together for the last five years learning to navigate the different parts of our relationship as work colleagues and friends, as well as our respective roles as community leader of Sweet Home Farm and as leader of The Warehouse. We have worked hard to listen to each other in these respective roles, knowing that relationships like these can be fraught with assumptions. Recently we’ve dealt with some difficult issues together, which got us speaking of our own partnerhip as well as others that we’ve experienced together.
I, Siya, find it problematic when people arrive in my community wanting to “help us” rather than coming to work with the community. When people arrive with this attitude it locks them into patterns of behaviour and attitudes that are very difficult to shift, and which require lots of work from me. I and my friends can feel like we are observers in our own community as our hopes, experience and learning of our own community is not required or requested. One way in which I have experienced this was when an external non-profit organisation used a photograph of my child in their marketing materials without my permission and took over 10 months to respond to my multiple requests for its removal. This has left me wondering whether they are actually using us for their purposes rather than being genuinely interested in us as a community.
I, Craig, have had to reflect hard and honestly about our motivation for working with Siya’s community and how we have expressed that motivation over the years. I have had to wrestle with the places where we have made mistakes and seek in humility to make right and continue to pursue relationship above all other things. In conversation with Siya and other friends I am learning to reflect critically on my own practice in this work. Some questions I find useful are:
- Am I planning for or about the community rather than planning with the community?
- Am I fundraising for our initiatives in a community without reference to them, which in turns leads to the funds being used as a control mechanism?
- Am I using photographs of the community and its members as a form of self praise, showing my friends and constituency how cool or amazing I am?
- Do I view disagreement and criticism from the community as rebellion or politics, or do I see it as a genuine desire for relationship and engagement?
If we know that we are inter-dependent and are working with each other then it should always begin with time to sit down together, to relate and learn. It is here that we can discover what is in the community and what is not there. It is here that we can build trust and relationship, and it is here where the leadership and decisions can be made by the community, and not by those from outside the community. It is also in these moments that we build trust and learn to disagree constructively, and the only way to truly engage in transformational development – work that comes from mutually respectful relationships
For another interview with Siya James, take a look at the recent post on transformational advocacy by Micah Challenge.