In
a fortnight's time, if the Indian Embassy sees fit to grant me a
visa, I should be flying off to Bangalore as one of the leaders of
this year's diocesan youth trip to our partners in the Church of
South India.
This
is very exciting for all sorts of reasons – and just 2 weeks ago
the whole group of teenagers & leaders met together for a final
briefing.
It
was then that we were given The Kit List.
It's
several pages long and VERY detailed.
We've
been told not only what injections we need and what to wear, and what
medicines to take but also which electrical items may prove too much
for the Bangalore grid and a host of other things beside. There's a
definite feeling abroad that we need to be prepared for all
eventualities – and as I'll be responsible for 8 other people's
daughters, I'm quite glad of that.
However,
when I was 1st in India 6 years ago, I couldn't help but
contrast the meticulous planning of our trip with the lot of the
earlier missionaries who set out with no clear idea of where they
were heading...no language courses...no immunisations...with very
little but their love of God and a determination to share the gospel
with brothers and sisters whose lives were immeasurably different
from their own.
They
might, I imagine, have taken some quinine with them in their medicine
chests– but not alot besides...and they died, by the dozen, and are
buried far from home in a land that perhaps they could never fully
understand.
And
before them, of course, was St Thomas.
The
mists of time hide all the details of his arrival in Kerala...though
legend is very insistent that arrive there he did...and surely, as
one of the 12, he must have set out as Jesus had told him to...empty
handed...no bag, purse or sandals...armed only with his mission to
And
from that beginning came thousands and thousands of Indian
Christians...
The
kingdom of God has come near to you.
The
kingdom of God has come near to US.
Can
we see the signs?
Because,
you see, that's part of the work of the Church today.
Yes,
we are called to BE signs of the Kingdom – places of healing, of
transformation and good news...but we are also called to spot and
celebrate the Kingdom in all its joyous variety as it unfolds in our
own communities.
Isn't
that wonderful?
We
are to go about our daily lives expecting to see God at work and
celebrating whenever
we do só.
We
are to act as signposts, só that others too may begin to recognise
the signs, glinting like precious gems amid the mundane, broken
reality of our world.
Sometimes
those signs will be big and obvious – last weekend's ordinations &
Clare's 1st
Mass spring to mind – or a pet service in another place where an
Archdeacon spent hours lovingly blessing each and every pet and their
owner – reminding them by her infinite care that each of them is
infinitely precious to God.
Sometimes
they will be easy to overlook...things
that might seem too small and insignificant to be worth celebrating.
Celebrate
anyway.
The
Kingdom of God has come near to us.....see.....
Someone
who has been a beneficiary of the Food bank arrives
there with a small bag of groceries to help another family on the
edge...
Sweet
peas transform
an urban landscape with their pastel beauty and heavenly scent.
Laughter
erupts
between those see eye to eye on nothing
much
EXCEPT that joke...
A
small child smiles
and waves
at the
lonely old man who sits on the park bench
The
Kingdom of God has come near to us
Signs
of the Kingdom are signs of hope...evidence that God is at work each
and every day in
Uplands and Slad, in Stroud and Cainscross....and further afield, in
every corner of the world God loves so much.
And
we don't need special equipment or special training to equip us to
notice or to celebrate.
All
we need is a longing to be PART of the Kingdom in all its
transforming joy and an openness to the God who will give us all that
we need and more, if we can only bring ourselves to trust him.
5 comments:
Thanks for this Kathryn - wonderfully uplifting. My own effort is yet to make it's way to the keyboard!
Just a short note to say that the Arch Deacon was Sheila Watson? of Canterbury fame.
I really hope, but very much doubt, that you are paying for this jaunt yourself.
As a matter of fact, my anonymous friend (I do wish you'd come out of the shadows - would YOU talk to someone whom you couldn't see?) I am.
As are the kids whose trip I'm leading...No subsidies whatsoever.
Thanks for your faith in us......
Okay, sorry.
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