Welcome

21 JAN 2015

And so we arrived in Uganda. My luggage and I. The beautiful bicycle all in the box.A big thank you to KLM for waiving the fee as a charitable gift. And to the packer.

(Just for the record re the “dwellers all in time and space ” post,  my plane neighbour was upgraded and left me to enjoy a seat for two.Not complaining that his penchant for a violent film didn’t distract my reading)
Uganda is a place of warmth. Not just the equatorial sunshine, but the kindness of her people. So many people   give such heartfelt greetings and
” Welcome ” is their word. It’s  hard not to take a step back and feel undeserving of their words,smile and kindness.

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Some have invited me into their houses in the few days I have been here and whatever the home style, the welcome has been humbling. “Welcome” tumbles off the lips of strangers as I struggle with quelling a sense of intrusion into their privacy.The  visits are deeply appreciated as the pastor of the church  his team and I call in on neighbours in the community just saying what  a church is about. And they have a lot on offer.Caring, feeding  educating, healing,medicines,support and salvation. Whatever the worldview of the folks we have seen there has never not been an active “Welcome “.  Europe. Let’s learn.

Dwellers all in time and space

Hub airports. People watching can leave many questions. Where have they come from? Where are they going?  Who is alert and who is struggling as they exit into the new time zone. Who is connecting quickly and who has a long long wait? 
It’s very difficult to tell, but the numbers just show how mankind likes to connect and connect in person. Skype can be very useful and a great time and money saver, but face to face human time builds a more complete relationship.
To those underway on the journey,creed and race,language and dress seem less of an issue than for the settled.The journeying binds us together in an area of our insecurity. Activity and moving seems good and necessary for the human psyche and soul.Lets take Jesus’  words as we  love our  neighbour as ourselves and diminish our differences as we journey.

( and when I next write I’ll sure let you know if my travelling neighbour squashes into My space on this journey.. May need extra grace if that happens) 

Packing

Got it all done … luggage squeezed and the zips all holding . Bike in the box and not forgotten to deflate tyres and remembered the pump .

Thank you to the very many of  you who have donated to Matugga. The generosity and kindness of strangers is something that holds human kind together. Kate Adie, a newsreporter found it in the harshest of places.

So take heart , much bad news there is , but there are far more human souls reaching out to do good to those they know and to those they will never meet .So be kind to those you meet and be generous and be blessed.  We can all do a little little bit to improve the world. Why question kindness?   Thank you to all of you

Dreams and Angels, Boys and Bikes

A vivid dream. It always brings me to wondering why I have a vivid dream . Sometimes it wakes me suddenly with anxiety or sometimes it is just a strange pondering of why did I dream that . Go back a few months and I had a clear dream  on three separate occasions  within ten days .And exactly the same dream.

By then,I had to question what is going on .Why? and will I dream it again ? It wasn’t an unpleasant dream but an urgent dream of taking a mountain bike to Uganda. On making further inquires about my forthcoming trip, I was told that  a mountain bike would be highly treasured and loved. The reply to my query was a definite ,” Yes , take the bike ” . The only problem was I didn’t have a mountain bike . Without very much searching at all, but with an off the cuff remark that I was thinking of taking a bike to Uganda,  a very kind colleague offered me a mountain bike ,a few days later. One that was’ in the way ” and one that I was more than welcome to have. My remonstrations followed, that the bike could be sold .Were my colleague  and her family really sure they wanted to give the bike away? A definite “Yes”.

My colleague’s generosity now means I have a large box packaged and ready for the flight to Africa .I  have pondered over a few days how the mountain bike will be used,Will it be a communal bike for the school or for a particular family or community?

As it happened , just a few days ago I heard a story about Archbishop Sentamu, who in his childhood had cycled for medical help for his miscarrying mother.He had to return to her and his fearful siblings before the doctor arrived  and he is reported to have seen angels surrounding her and protecting her. This was a great story to hear as we repaired the mountain bike. A story of a small boy in Uganda, needing a bike for speed, in an emergency, to reach out for help. Angels protected John Sentamu’s mission and his mother and we can pray that the angels will protect this special mountain bike so it can be useful in Africa.

Angels featured again in conversation this week. Our homeless local told me of the angels that sleep with him at night .The cold had not bothered him and his only regret , was that the angels were not so present in the daylight hours. Whatever our faith, creed or country  people see angels and know the protecting power of God , whose messengers they are.

Dreams and vision, faith and bicycles …it’s a great mix for the start of a trip to Africa , but also for the everyday routine.

Unpaid leave

I have a lot to be thankful for.  I am taking a spell of unpaid leave and my colleagues are very happy for me. Which is not a given. I thank them for being so supportive.

It has caused me to reflect on the need for change , the different ways it is embraced and how it is sought out , if at all.  I, more than most , perhaps , love the warmth of bed and sleep and often struggle to lift myself from its comfort. Sleepy,idle or not keen on the disruption, getting out of bed  has to be done. I have even been trained to do it at very inconvenient hours. Not in a formal way as such, with advice on how best to do it , but with the shrill urgent call of a bleep calling to whatever emergency a delivery suite  or neonatal unit or casualty department  has to offer.

Kreislaufstoerung  is a wonderful German word. Getting out from the horizontal to the vertical , to the safe to the urgent , to the known to the unknown is uncomfortable .It is also invigorating , stimulating and raises the heart beat to a new awareness of surroundings and new possibilities of being . We are created to explore and seek

So the first irritation of change can be welcomed but if we find that a struggle, a planned timetable for change can be sought out.Repeat this a few times in life  and a new understanding of surroundings builds up . An new awareness of the other ways and a new resolve that flexibility can be exciting and not a threat. And this is why a period of prolonged leave can enhance an individual’s well being . It can enhance an organisation and community too.

Thank you Spectrum Wakefield for allowing me change .

( and I shall have to be changing my  blog’s strap line very shortly )

When the ‘mind’ fell out of the Independent mind

nickbaines's avatarNick Baines's Blog

Good grief. The debate about foodbanks continues in the UK media, sometimes getting distracted by stuff that misses the point.

OK, the Daily Mail has no alternative but to ridicule the bishops and bang its particular drum. The Times goes a bit weird by suggesting that the bishops are out of touch with their congregations who, according to a poll, are right behind the need for benefits reform. This raises two points: (a) our congregations are also pretty solidly behind reform of banking and tax fraud by the rich, but that is being missed; (b) bishops aren’t there to parrot the views of parishioners, but to tell the truth regardless. There is plenty of debate within the church about such matters, but the bishops are not simply the mouthpiece of particular constituencies.

This has always been the vocation of church leaders. As the Germans found out in the 1930s and…

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The Torso as a Canvas

Art is a great minister to the community, the world and society. It can bring peace, solace , excitement and wonder .How we experience the wonder of  a beautiful artwork , or the mystery of something more subtle , or how we engage with something  unimaginably ugly that we are told is art, is quite individual.  And sadly this is being lost  . Are we allowed to see art as an individual?  We so often  understand art as something that we have been told about  or seen in a publication. At an instillation we stand before the great work and a certain familiarity gives us comfort and a reassurance that we have seen the real thing . We have a little more knowledge though we secretly wish we were better educated still . And maybe after two minutes or even much less , we walk away .  At the  gallery shop , we indulge in the comfort of  the  postcards of the pictures we have  seen . We find so many that we are pleased we have remembered them and confirm that  we  have had a good educational day out . Beware the uniformity of interpretation less the canvas becomes a place for marketing.

But the place of art is not confined to a gallery or large outdoor static structure. The Torso is a canvas . Occasionally  a work of art beauty will be seen on a smart piece of clothing on a  taught body .  But so often, the Torso as a canvas is an ugly place. Take a walk in any high street as  evidence of the Torso trying “to do” art. . In so many  places of beauty we are confronted by the ugly artistic Torso. As a contrast to the beauty and elegance of St Mark’s Square in Venice , Carnival Pete and Carnival Will  could not be called an elegant couple .Tee Shirts and fattened vibrating belies with a message and a sticky label reminding them and telling me of their cruise ship and name screamed Ugliness in a place of beauty. Various messages on  numerous torsos.  “Santa Monica Fun Run  I did it ”  “FAT FACE”  ” Call me if you want me ” “Oxford University ” I can do it ”  ” Guess”  ”  I ❤ NY ”   Well maybe you do love New York , but you are in Venice , so I don’t want to know this irrelevant fact . Why scream it at the crowds in Venice?  If you are trying to tell the world you are well travelled and been to NY and Venice , well so have lots of others and you may not be so special after all . Is the message for me as an onlooker?  I want beauty please , not overstretched messaging on an overstretched Torso . Or who wants the right hand shoulder tattoo  of ” North Face” on all the pieces of clothing from that company .  It intrudes on the clothing and screams to be read. Yes , it is an advertisement , a marketing message . It intrudes and could better be labelled East Shoulder .But why do we as customers not demand a fee for  strutting around as a bill board ? Most shoulders do not overstretch or wobble , so placing “Face” on a Shoulder  may be less jarring . If you have clothing with a banal message or a message that stretches to ugliness over your Torso would you please  consider how it appears? Would you consider how foolish the message may be ? Did you pay a premium for an article of clothing  advertising a university which would not consider you as a student ? If the branded clothing was more affordable than a patterned  piece of clothing economics may win out , but so often the branded souvenir  teeshirts are inferior quality and inflated prices. Let those that want us to market their products with their names prominently ablaze  a Torso consider the ugliness . Good quality producers , are you so insecure that blazon Branding is your only ugly way to sell ?Can you not remember the superior quality of elegance? 

So may the beauty of the human form and the care of dressing  blend with the historical or natural  beauty around you .May the Torso of  Marketing Ugliness be a thing we will not collude with.May we be able to express and understand art as individuals and not pushed into a corporate comfort of drabness of mind and  drabness of interpretation .

Rest and Reflection

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It’s been over a week since my cycling tour of the Abbeys of Yorkshire came to an end . A beautiful tour , a tour about being and not about achieving .  How many miles and how high I climbed in total is not the issue. The space to think, to enjoy ,to find, to pray,to be was  the purpose .And that was fulfilled. 

Yes, I’d love to be an expert on each Abbey , so feel the highs and the lows of those who lived there. To see the learning ,hospitality ,charity and love of the great monasteries. To hear the tales of failure and fear and isolation  as a community diminished. It cannot be , that the Abbeys of Yorkshire , over four hundred  years , led a uniform existence of peace and holiness , happiness and contentment.  It cannot be, that as Henry VIII saw fit to dismantle monasteries , each monk or nun was in error . Some , maybe , had drifted away from biblical and apostolic truth , but many , may we dare to believe, were  believers and followers of truth.  So much remains in history and mystery. 

I loved the nature , the owl, the deer, the otter and the gulls. the shoreline and the wild moor, the city and the reclaimed coal field. I loved the ruin , held static by English Heritage and the living ex monastery or nunnery  in private care as a private dwelling .  We salute the private owners with so great a responsibility to protect , nourish , cherish and preserve our history. 

And the speed of my cycling brought a peace and thoughtfulness to the journey. A time for reflection and acknowledgement of the greatness of the institution of monasteries and nunneries and a thankfulness that the rhythm and heartbeat of prayer continues to flow out to God and into our world