Tuesday, July 24, 2018

The greatest blessing

and the highest honour and privilege.

TGF love.

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Lead us not into temptation

I seem to be praying this an awful lot at the moment. Almost as a mantra or as self talk to induce self control. Especially when other people are clearly desperately trying to lead me into temptation.

I was going to have a little rant about God yet again answering prayers by doing the opposite of what I ask for, but I’ve just read through a few of my previous blog posts and come across this quote, from one of the Inclusive Curch sermons... "I never lost faith in God – but I did wonder what he was up to sometimes". This more accurately describes how I feel about what is happening at the moment. On one hand I want to thank God for yet another blessing. On the other I want to scream at God for making things so difficult again, and why can’t things be simple, like they seem to be for others. why can’t I have a simple friendship? Why does it have to be a test in self control? Why does it have to always be the person who is completely unavailable? 

Another bit of the sermon referred to telling the truth despite it being costly. In principle I agree that you should always do this. But I’ve also learned from the past, so now I am living in fear of the truth causing history to repeat itself. And that history has been extremely painful. 

So... avoid temptation by avoiding completely and also avoid all the blessings that may be received? Tell the truth and suffer the cost? Or learn from experience, keep mouth shut and keep praying ‘lead me not into temptation’ and hope I learn to deal with it? 

Thursday, June 28, 2018

In three months this will be funny.

Right now its not. My solicitor waited until the day before completion to tell me that I have to pay the higher rate of stamp duty because the sale of my flat fell through and its still not sold. This meant that at 4:20pm when I got home from school we had to find an extra £6600 on top of the £3k we had been quoted.

The total extra they wanted was £9340.

Mum's bank account held £9349.

So in a couple of month's, providing the flat has sold and we can claim back the difference between £8500 and £1900 stamp duty, then this will be funny, and another example of God testing and just laughing at me when I fail to trust him, even though he provides the way out of the crap.

If the flat does not sell in time, I will still be very, very angry about all the hassle and large cost of somebody else changing their mind a few days before exchange.

Tuesday, June 26, 2018

Don’t judge me but...

I somehow ended up on you tube watching some video of 100 celebrity gay couples. No idea why as normally I couldn’t care less about anything celebrity but I watched the whole thing, feeling warmer and fuzzier at just seeing happy couples, most of which from their two photos (one black tie showbiz event pic and one ‘natural’ pic) looked like they were just two people in love.

Then I made the mistake of reading the first few comments. Then made the bigger mistake of scrolling through a few more.

All hate from ‘christians’, mainly condemning these happy couples to hell.

Aha! One lovely post saying that Jesus loves them too. This one, unlike the others, had several replies. I couldn’t bring myself to click on it to read all the comments then condemning this person too for stating the truth that Jesus loves everyone, gay or otherwise.

Why do christians have to ruin everything?  It was so lovely seeing role models of happy successful partnerships, often with kids, often mixed race, just people who found someone to love. But then....

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Jimmy and IC

Trying to pack and trying to sort the IC stand for the church fete. In the usual easily distracted, too many tasks at once equals nothing finished type manner. Sunday evening's Inclusive Church meeting was brilliant. Lots of people all with a heart for a different area of exclusion.

TGF dancing around my lounge to The Communards' Don't leave me this way at well past bedtime.

Saturday, June 09, 2018

He told the truth, and it was costly.

Before I forget: TGF 80 minute runs in the woods.. talking about big things and little things, the opportunity to challenge my own thinking.

Now reading the transcript of the sermon I had missed during the lent series on Inclusive church, the one on sexuality.

Thoughts as I go...

.. I need to research OneBodyOneFaith

... I need to find and read books by Jim Cotter

... the phrase, repeated by the speaker, 'He told the truth and it was costly'. She is speaking about Jim telling his bishop the truth and losing his job. I know about the truth being costly. And I know about not speaking the truth, in order to protect others from the cost.. but then facing the cost of both the truth, and hiding the truth alone. I'm still wondering about the near future, and whether God wants me to tell the truth, or to go on hiding it.

..."In a church obsessed with power, here was another way. Authenticity."

I found a card the other day, from a friend when I left my old school, in a not good way. In the card she said that I was 'the most authentic person she knew'. Am I still authentic? I think so, and I think I'm probably more open about who I am. More comfortable with certain labels, and I've learned new labels that fit me better. I hope I haven't learned too many NT tricks, and hope I don't hide stuff or try to manipulate opinions of me. I'm not the best judge though I guess. 

..."the church doesn’t just expect people to collude, it rewards them for doing so"
Wow... isn't that the truth. The church loves hiding the truth and the messiness of real life. It likes everything to fit nicely and present the right image. What happens though when the glass cracks... 

..."the church isn’t especially even-handed in its discrimination"
also agreed. 

..."How can we be prophetic voices to a society which is longing for the good news of healing and hope if we can’t even tell the truth about ourselves – individually or corporately?"
We can't. So maybe my calling is to be honest. To be up front about the truth about myself. But in the right way. We don't need to make a big thing of it. But equally there needs to be an element of visibility. 

Had an interesting couple of conversations at school recently. One in the staff room at lunch in which coming out stories etc were swapped in the most uneventful way ever.. two people comfortable with laughing about life, happy with who we are. Another conversation with people in the office, who assumed that I was buying a house with a partner. After simply saying 'nah, just me'.. well, and parents.. I found myself pondering on the fact that they assumed I had a partner. I think they assumed female, and it was zero big deal. Which is great. But then I thought, how sad, that you assume I have a partner, and yet its not strange that I would have never mentioned them, or that you would ask.. or... Is is still the case of 'don't ask, don't tell'? Or are gay relationships less acceptable still  in general conversation? others seem to talk about their partners all the time, why wouldn't I? 

I know that school are/would be cool with it, and that most would probably be really happy for me if ever I found someone that could put up with me and the Lego that comes with me.. and I think that my church now would be cool with it too. None of my previous churches would. They tolerated me in a 'theoretically gay' way.. but to stand there worshipping next to a partner? No. 

"God has been extraordinarily loyal, and inventive and compassionate"
That sounds like an awesome God to know. 
 
 "I never lost faith in God – but I did wonder what he was up to sometimes"
Yeah!. That. 

"natural boundary dweller" ... on the edges, always in a position to make good an escape. Thats where I'm happy too. But maybe its time to get pushed in. 

...knowing the difference between serving the church and seeking the Kingdom. They are not the same and sometimes they go together, but sometimes they may be polar opposites. The trick is knowing which. ..."changing the institution'.. be part of the change you seek?!

..."If you, here, want to be affirming and accepting of people like me, then you need to make sure that no-one can mistake where you stand." 
So, ASWHT, how do we do that? 
How do I know I am safe? I think I got extremely lucky (or actually God's timing) that the time I decided to come back to church, and to try this one, was the few weeks that you had the Inclusive Church series. And actually the week that tackled the part of my identity and my outcast-ness that is actually on show.. my gender.. to the point of obviousness that a church leader felt they had to come and talk to me the second the service ended, before I could make good my escape. I also cannot tell you how MASSIVE the affirmation of faith during lent was. Here is a church full of people that could condemn me actually telling me I am safe here. 
Since then? people's keenness to hear my story, my opinion, to get me involved, to not allow me to be a boundary dweller, to invite me to things. Seeing how others are accepted. Having women in charge. Some things make me laugh, in their overseen-ness to be accepting and affirming.. I love the effort that goes into calling me 'he'. 
A task for the meeting and possibly the fete... How do I know I am safe here? 

"But, in all of this, we need one another, and by that I mean all of us – I need you in my corner"
Yep. I guess that is the biggest thing in any institution or any group we try to be a part of ... knowing there is someone in my corner. 
I KNOW that is true here at AS, that there are people in my corner. At my previous church I was really encouraged that two people told me that if ever the poo hit the fan.. they were in my corner. I think it was framed as we will go with you when you're asked to leave', rather than we will fight to change the church.. but its good knowing you've got backup. 


 
 
 
 
 
 

Thursday, June 07, 2018

Puddings and Prayer

Went to a 'Puddings and Prayer' meeting at church tonight. First we were asked to look at some images of Jesus and discuss ones we liked, or didn't or...  I chose one that looked a bit like Johnny from CMA, well, he looked like a lot of people I might bump into at a bike rally.. long hair and tattoos. I liked it BECAUSE he was a guy that I think was meant to look like a biker, or an outsider (long hair tattoo etc) but who actually I'm probably most comfortable around and am most likely to chat to about God. One could maybe draw a lot of conclusions from that, but I'm not going to right now.

I also chose an image that looked like a zombie Jesus, screaming and about to attack... that I really didn't like.. because it scared the crap out of me! Interesting that others didn't agree.

Next we discussed prayer. Some people gave very sensible answers about how they pray. One lady meditates, another guy said he ranged from 'through singing, to silence'. Some pray best when walking the dog. I agree, that or running through the woods or walking in mountains.

However, I wanted to say that my prayer ranges from silently waiting, and trying to concentrate but failing, through to sitting in the van screaming at God, ranting and shouting through tears and snot and awful language and real screams. That may not be the safest most christian answer, but its true. God gets told exactly how I feel about things sometimes. And a lot of the time, those feelings are deep and painful.

Most of my prayer is done while walking or cycling or driving. Out loud. Which does have the happy side effect of making me look like a complete nut, and has on occasion put the wind up people I didn't know were there. But I think a conversation, as though he is there beside me is how I naturally talk to God best. I often worry that I just don't get it with loving God, in my head and especially my heart. It feels like I seem to be missing something that others have, or have experienced. But still I choose to try, and God in the Shack concept, of persons that are there, wanting to listen, waiting for you to learn, seems to work for me.

I also learned that what I thought was a necklace I had bought in Uganda, and is usually modelled by a Stormtrooper....

Is in fact Rosary beads!



I'm not sure that I could do the traditional set of prayers that goes with them... but maybe my own version of a routine of prayer to go with the beads to focus the hands, might be useful.

TGF: ambrosia rice pudding and Pops (happy birthday pops).

Friday, June 01, 2018

Rick

TGF guilty pleasures... except its not. Rick Astley is brilliant. His newer stuff is amazing, and I find it full of faith and praise. I'm not sure Rick does, he describes his faith as being in people, rather than God and doesn't have a religion. But I see a faith and an understanding of God in his songs. At least I can express it through his songs, even if that wasn't his intention when writing.

Anyway, this one caught my attention while using Alexa to drown out a loud idiot in the nearby pub garden this afternoon....

Rick - Pray with Me

Not necessarily my fave.. but caught my attention and made me think of all the people that have prayed with me recently. Sadly while I was 'wrecking their pews' or sat around a big table in a different church, rather than under willow trees, but....

Official. Finally.

So much to thank God for... the house finally exchanged today. That is the result of lots of prayer, and lots of people that support me and help me. Parents, and God parents particularly. They are all amazing, and do so much for me. I hope they know how much I appreciate it.

Anyway, I intend to do a much bigger post on the journey of faith that the whole house saga has been.

But for now... TGF parents and God parents. TGF keeping me calm and trusting it will happen... through so many broken deadlines all set by others and broken by others.

Sunday, May 13, 2018

Stop defending

Kind of lost the original focus of the blog... so...

TGF: Dungeons and Dragons, and decent rolls when the alternative is drowning.
TGF: reading in patches of sunshine
TGF: people who challenge you to grow, and people who love you as you are.

So. Met Chris at the car boot. Further reinforcement on the 'its time to let it go, she will never ever come back, she wimped out, her choice' theme. (and then a teary hug we both needed) .

My head gets it. Its time to stop defending her. Forgive. Move on. Not let anything about the past get to me now.
I think my heart gets it. The heart got hurt badly enough to know that head is right. Trouble is Aspie heart can be very all or nothing. Another friend quite rightly pointed out last night that its important not to build a brick wall (again) and keep everyone out. Not sure I'm wise enough who to let in though. Aspie honesty has already made me extremely open to hurt again. I guess I also need to learn to judge who actually even wants to be cared about by me. Also need to learn what different people mean by the word friend.

The topic of calling. Still getting prodded about that.

Thoughts over the last few days are that I think I need to work things out so that I work less (paid jobs) so that I can keep on top of my own life and admin and home. And so that I have time to make the lego and read all the books. And so that I have time to commit to serving properly.. at church, CMA, cadets, whatever.

I was watching one of the Thy Kingdom Come clips today (day 3 possibly.. shane?) about Peter, and the bible being full of imperfect people. God tends to use people 'in spite of' rather than 'because of'.. so I'm kind of bracing myself that the 'I can't do that.. its my worst weakness etc etc' reason may not work forever. The example of Moses popped into my head. Trying to use being bad at public speaking as an excuse.

Still don't really know what my calling is though. If I have one. Can I not just be helpful in lots of places in little ways?

I think my motivation would be all wrong anyway. Still not sure I totally trust God. Definitely know that I cannot trust anything I think he says as that's all been proven utterly wrong in the past. I think a high proportion of motivation is the need to feel not completely useless, and to have humans value me.

Saturday, May 12, 2018

Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered....

....you have no power over me!

bookended quote from Labyrinth. And the result of wise words from a friend tonight. I thought that I was going to get over this by conversation, hoping to get some acknowledgement of what had happened. But that puts my healing back in her hands again.

My healing needs to be only up to me and God. It needs to be completely independent of her. I agree with that. But how do I make it happen? How will I know when I'm over it?

Is it really down to the subtle art of not giving a ****?

Predictable sleeplessness

Feels like there are too many 's's in that word.

Not really sure what I want to write. I do really appreciate that someone cares enough to talk to me about stuff... important stuff. I value their time and their wisdom. I guess I'm agitated about it because it maybe raised more questions than answers.

I was probably naively hoping for a flowchart of 'what to do if/when' that one resolve a beyond awkward situation in one fell swoop. What I got was poked and annoyed into questioning myself and the last ten years. I didn't honestly think that I'd be defending someone that had hurt me so much, but I guess that reveals a lot about me, and why I've not really healed in ten years.

I probably wanted someone to say 'you're right, that is completely ridiculous and the height of injustice. I will slap them for you and then it will all be ok'. What actually happened is that I felt worse than ever for being used so badly and now know that I will never know any justice over this, that I will have to continue having to keep my mouth shut and somehow control my feelings and allow the truth to stay buried.

I still don't know what God's plan is in this. It feels like I'm just being ripped apart all over again. Maybe this is the start of real healing. Is there good at the end of this? Am I still not the Harley He wants me to be. I know moving house won't fix me (although the garage and Lego loft will make me very happy!) and that I'd love to no longer be completely taken down by fear of running into certain people or by the heartache of 'why am I not good enough to have kids/partner/soul mate friend'. I'd love to know how to be self confident without being arrogant/a complete git. I'd love to trust that people do actually care and aren't just going to delete me from their lives suddenly.

I'd love for God to make the journey from head to heart, because even after thirty years I still doubt and still don't feel it.

Monday, May 07, 2018

Genderquake

So. Watched a documentary on Channel 4 tonight called Genderquake in which people from the LGBTQI community and some straight people all go into a house together. Yet again I realise what a sheltered life I lead and how much I have to learn. I think I cope with life by keeping busy and not thinking. Then things come along that make you have to think, have to explain yourself. Like the Gender sermon and discussion during lent. I don't know if its that I didn't really think about what I am before that, or if its just easier now that I am aware of the concepts and terms and definitions that I can go 'yeah, that... I'm that". Now that I know that there is a thing called gender queer, and non-binary, its a lot easier to identify with that. And it helps to know that 'both' and 'not sure' and 'it changes' is ok, and other people also think/feel that.

As to the programme specifically, I found the definitions on screen at the start really helpful, and those people that spoke about their childhood and who they are now really helpful. I guess the two straight, gender binary people have been chosen because they have such binary views of gender. It looks like the man is open to rethinking, but the woman not. I'm feeling sorry for her though, as she seems to have fallen for a guy that hasn't been open about being trans and i don't think she will cope with that. Which leads to the most interesting point. Some of the housemates noticed when this guy went swimming that he had scars from surgery, implying that he was trans. They then spread this gossip around behind his back. Initially I thought that the man who asked him about it to his face was doing more the right thing, but his subsequent attitude makes me want to give him a slap! It raises the questions though... at what point do you stop being trans, and be just a guy? and also who does that information belong to.. should a trans person have to be honest and open about it or can they just live as their new gender? who needs to know? at what point in a relationship does the other party need to know?

Anyway.. feeling more confident about my own identity.. particularly after the Suffragettes show  last night, which I left feeling considerably more confident and proud that when I arrived... but significantly more bothered about my appearance... since this morning's disastrous attempt to deal with my roots.. resulting in clumps of hair falling out and the remainder being like straw. Sigh.

Thursday, May 03, 2018

Is that what inclusive means?

What does it mean to be welcomed at a church? What does it mean for a church to be inclusive?

Its not excluding someone one the basis of x, y or z. That's great. But what does welcome mean?

It's being allowed to be part of the congregation. But do churches consider that enough? Is it ok just to allow people to be part of the congregation, to attend services and events. On their terms.

Or does 'the church' only feel successful at 'including' someone if thejy are put onto several rotas and volunteered for things and become part of the 'backroom team' of the church?

How do I feel included? I guess I do feel more included and more sure of my welcome if I am involved in the work of the organisation/group/church. Its a good way to get to know people, a good way for people to know me and become accepted for who I am.

But.

Maybe I also just want to BE at church. I may eventually appreciate being asked to be involved. I may seek out becoming involved. But maybe I'm in a place where I just need to look forward to going to church, and not stress if I can't make it sometimes. I think maybe even in my own head I'm being contradictory. I want to feel needed and like my presence/help is wanted... but not pressured.

Maybe its because hard lessons have been learned in the past. You can be on every rota there is at a church (apart from flower arranging)... and yet when you eventually can't face being at church any more... not one person checks where and how you are when you send an apology and stop turning up. So I've learned not to over-estimate my importance. I know how easily I am replaced and how little I actually matter as a human being.

Does the church treat people differently based on their relationship status, or whether they have children? Are assumptions made about availability and willingness.... even a sense of duty or obligation based on this? In some other situations people have openly volunteered me for things on the basis that I’m single and don’t have kids. I understand that this means I won’t have to arrange childcare in order to do something, but it does not mean I do not have a life that is already so full of commitments (paid and unpaid) that I actually struggle to keep up, often fail to keep up and my own To Do list just gets longer and longer.

So... some interesting questions for people at the Fete, or if any more discussion groups ever happen at church... what does it mean to be included? Is there a level of included that can put people off? Is it ok just to come to church as and when you feel like it? Does the church have a set of criteria for classing people as included or as 'part of the team' or...

Bit muddled... not enough sleep this week.

Answering my call (ing)

So. There I was, organising running shoes (and getting a bit angry about the mess) at Go this evening. A gentleman asks for help with gas canisters. So I take him to them. Then we start chatting. Can't remember how it started, but he said "what are you laughing?" when he had told me he'd just bought a motorbike. I said I'm really happy you've got a bike. I'm a biker too. (I think he was getting defensive because he was not young, and struggling to walk). More chat about bikes, then I take his stuff to tills and get asked for help by someone else. While helping them that 'nagging voice of God' pops into my head.... "you should give him a CMA card", so I finish helping the customer. Run to the boot cage, find my wallet and pray that there is still a card in there.

There was, but I had to chase him all the way into the car park!

There is always that moment when you give out a card, or say something or.... when you wonder if this will go well, or very, very badly.

Turns out it made his day.

Hopefully I will see Alan at the Love Loughborough event on the 20th May.

Made my day too.

But I hate it when God uses the very things you feel you are worst at as your 'calling'. ;-)


Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Forgiveness and justice

Went to evening prayer today. Luckily forgiven for dripping everywhere and for completely losing the page for the bible reading. And for putting the bible on the floor. Oops.

Couple of interesting things (and by that I mean things that my brain latched on to) first was in the reading. From Deuteronomy, kind of about holding God to account for promises made... what will people think of you God if you don't keep this promise.

I've tried holding God to account for promises made. In the end though you give up and think that probably it wasn't ever a promise from God. Although, on the days I try to keep believing I remember that God's timelines are not the same as my timelines.

The other thing (related) was in a prayer at the end. W asked God to help us to forgive others for what they've done, to seek justice, and to pray for the wellbeing of those others.

I know I still have a lot of work to do on the forgiving, but I'm doing so much better than ever before. And the wellbeing, think I'm there with that.

The bit that really, really struck me was the 'seek justice'. Like really? Its ok to still want justice? after all this time. Because that is the part that still makes me angry, that's the part that still hurts.

Is it up to me to do something or say something to seek out that justice? or is justice solely God's department? Is there a fine line between justice and revenge?

On another note... cried at school today. Was asked why I was sad. All I could do in reply was point to each name on a sign up sheet for an event that I'd been looking at. None of the names were just a name. They all had +n kids or + partner +n kids after. I ran away and found a corner to hide and stroke the fluffy cushion and cry and pray. I wondered why God have given me the autistic brain, but then the heart to go with it that so often seems to feel the exact opposite to what an autistic person is 'supposed' to feel.

Back to the original purpose of this blog, before it got all waffly...

...TGF strokey cushions and vanilla tea in Hufflepuff mugs.

Sunday, April 22, 2018

So lonely... on a certain level

Scribblings during the service this morning... on the Good Shepherd. If its "in quote marks: Revd Tom Wilson said it" although probably not exactly what I wrote down, but close enough. rest is thoughts.

"our business is to follow as we are called - it is not for us to decide who the other sheep are... who is in or out of the fold"

"in Jesus' time sheep knew the sound of their Shepherd's voice, and followed only that voice's commands"

"Do you know your master's voice? Do you follow when He calls?"

Tricky one. In the past I've been absolutely sure I've heard from God. Some times were vague enough that you can easily believe them.. like when He says 'Trust Me'. Other times, when I would have sworn that it was God.. time has proven me very very wrong, and it was too good to be true. And then you're left with the flip side of when you were trying to test it when you doubted it at the time... why would God allow either the devil to lie to me, or me to just make it up when I was trying so hard to follow God and to rely on Him, and hearing from Him gave me a reason to go on living. When you know it was wrong, then you're left with knowing that it wasn't God. So then how can you trust 'hearing from God' in the future?

"it can be a feeling, or a sense of I need to do this.... you get good at responding to that through practice" ...."someone once said when I pray, co-incidences happen, when I stop praying, they stop"... " are we even listening?"

I guess I'm better at this, responding to that feeling. Often its like a nagging that won't stop until you do it. And yeah, it does seem like when you pray, things seem to happen, to fall into place, stuff conspires to get you in a certain place at a certain time, etc.

That's the brain bit. Now for the heart. I felt really lonely in church today. And useless. But its not like I was sat on my own. I was with friends. But that's kind of it. It seems like everyone else has not just friends. They have a partner, a child, an absolute best mate... that other level of bond, closeness, affection, something beyond.

I have friends. Brilliant friends. That I really value, some that I know if I asked, they'd do anything to help me. BUT. It always comes back to this. Being essentially alone. Spending my life keeping distracted. Never stop to think. Feeling somehow alone, even when with people. And its always back to that question... why am I not good enough?

I seem to be ok at making friends, and keeping them. But it feels like it's only up to a certain level. Not really close. Unless that is normal, that's all anyone ever has, every really feels?

The few people that did ever want to get close then freak out and run away. Or people have a level of friendship, a level of involvement and communication that they are happy with. Or they just deal with me because its their job, or their duty, and I mistake that for an interest in me as a person.

So again, is the key to keep distracted? to learn to switch off wanting any more from anyone... more time, more interest, more closeness.

Thoughts like these make me doubt my own autism. Being alone and being separated should be what I should seek out. Shouldn't it?

How much praying and how much crying in church before God notices?



Tuesday, April 17, 2018

What to avoid

First thing to note... AS is absolutely NOT like this. This post is not meant as a warning to them. It is stuff that I've been thinking about a lot recently, trying to come up with ideas for an Inclusive Church stand at the church fete, its from personal experience and its from discussion with friends.

The following came up in my FB news feed today from Unfundementalist, a repost of something that someone had put on Twitter I think.






I'm gonna guess that its more common than we'd like amongst LGBTQI christians that we've experienced something like this. I was in a tent at Soul Survivor for an extremely awkward hour (actually, on more than one occasion, now I think about it) and was supposed to join in with the prayer at the end that God would make me straight. I didn't.

For the church fete I'm thinking of ideas on exploring how various people/groups may have been excluded from church or been on the receiving end of experiences like this that would quite understandably put people off God for life.

Sunday, April 15, 2018

Inclusive: more than just welcoming

First time I've seen my board game friends since starting to go to AS. Been talking through the events of the last few weeks. Some brilliant and affirming and bringing me closer to God. Other events more in the 'er, seriously?!' category. Some helpful advice on the way forward with that category, but the most important topic of conversation was that of inclusivity in churches.

These friends are gay. One would still describe herself as a christian. The other, quite forcibly, not.

The key point they both made, with regard to inclusivity on the grounds of sexuality was that it is not enough for churches to be 'ok with' people being gay, (particularly when they are single, and it's more of a theoretical issue). They need to be ok with them having a partner, they need to support that person in their relationship, they need to encourage and value as they would anyone else. And on this particular issue, churches don't just need to accept and welcome... they need to heal the damage that has almost certainly been done by churches and christians and religion to these people in the past.

They let me record a little bit of our discussion (as they talk way too fast for me to make any sort of notes) so hopefully I will be able to use more of their ideas. Ideally this will be a starting point for an idea I have for an Inclusive Church stand at the church fete. Sadly this event is not inclusive to those who have to work on a Thursday afternoon and so can't make the meetings!!

My only other criticism of AS is that its impossible to dance during worship. I miss being able to worship through the drums. Either playing or dancing about while Tyler was playing. Its the only thing the previous two churches did really well. I'd still take AS over them though. And then wait till I get home at 9pm and trawl you tube for a decent version of the hymn from the morning...


Best I could find. I'd prefer a bit more celtic toms action, but Rend Collective apparently haven't done a version.


Thursday, April 12, 2018

Life Goals

I hope that its ok to repost this. Its the words from a sermon by the Very Revd David Monteith given at Leicester Cathedral. I love the end. Nothing could make me happier than to hear those words prayed over me and my as yet imaginary partner at AS one day.

Reforming Marriage
Dean David spoke as part of a talk given on Monday 9 October 2017, part of the St Martin-in-the-Fields Autumn Lecture Series – Reformation. The panel also featured Nicholas Holtam and Sally Hitchiner. The topic was Reforming Marriage.
Dean David’s words are featured below, and you can also listen to the talk via a podcast on St Martin-in-the-Fields’ website, available here.
Bishop Nick has shown that marriage has evolved. Beyond the leaving and cleaving of the Old Testament, the biblical writer of the Letter to the Ephesians weaves mutual responsibility into marriage. By the time we get to the fifth century St Augustine in ‘The Good of Marriage’ in 401AD can conclude that marriage produced ‘progeny, fidelity and a sacred bond’. Further centuries saw the church claiming marriage to be a fully sacred institution not just a secular one; a sacrament by the 12th century. By the 16th century marriage is depleted and celibacy exalted. The Reformer Martin Luther found himself surprised to be married. As a medieval monk Luther had not really considered he would marry – after all Christ may have returned or as a Christian living in turbulent times he may have been martyred. Equally and pragmatically there were those who accused him generally of a lack of self-control so marrying would have be an own goal for such opponents. Yet he marries Katharina von Bora and comes to describe her as ‘my rib’ and ‘a gift from God’. He says marriage is ‘a hospital for the soul’. (see for example Katharina and Martin: The Radical Marriage of a Runaway Nun and a Renegrade Monk, Grand Rapids, MI: Baker Books 2017 and The Estate of Marriage, Martin Luther, 1522 https://www.1215.org/lawnotes/misc/marriage/martin-luther-estate-of-marriage.pdf ).
Despite worthy attempts at Queer retellings, a Reformation conversation about marriage could barely have conceived of same-sex marriage. Yet we can see how some elements of this 21st century conversation can be traced back to the Reformation. Think about the shift from seeing marriage almost as a ‘necessary evil’ to ‘an institution of creation’ intended for all human kind. Luther described it therefore as ‘worldly’ i.e. not held captive by the church. He recognised that although procreation was central, that companionship and even love were even more poignant. Luther also recognises that only very few are called to celibacy or a single life. He describes them as ‘special miracles’. That is another talk but essentially celibacy is about that gift and not a ‘cold shower’ response to unwanted same sex attraction. Singleness needs a much richer life affirming account. Crucially Luther also sees marriage as ‘the cradle of citizenship’. It was not private but public and thus it needed public space, honour and recognition.
Same sex couples are discovering these gifts and desiring marriage. I believe that God is at work in the world. How intriguing that gay and lesbian people are recognising the value of marriage at a time when marriage may be waning amongst heterosexuals. And all this even as the church remains anything but radically inclusive. If it were another topic, the church would at least wonder if God is at work. I need to confess to having come late to seeing this. I have been in a relationship for over 25 years and in a Civil Partnership for nearly 10 years, but marriage has not been our lens.
We didn’t see it that way because it was never an option. It is still not an option for us in our church and really not an option for me as a priest. For much of my life being gay was far from acceptable. I often quote the transition in my school which Oscar Wilde also attended. His name was absent from the Honours Boards throughout my 1980’s school career. Now he’s back!
So that marginal, somewhat hidden life was different. In the Christian Union I sang ‘Jesus take me as I am’. I believed it. So I came to see my life having fallen in love, as a gift not much understood and not much celebrated. Could this experience belonging to a small but significant proportion of society and church reveal something about love or friendship or trust which was maybe important to what it meant to be a child of God? I had witnessed good and bad marriages. I understood why the critiques of marriage were often justified as they revealed sexism, abuse and captivity. As gay people emerged from the shadows into the mainstream, I wondered if we should just walk into marriage?
Civil Partnerships therefore were an opportunity to celebrate a new way of commitment which was analogous to marriage but different from it. This enabled a new space to be formed which could lead to flourishing. But we soon saw that the name for such flourishing which most people understood was marriage. It is so much part of our human, cultural and religious story that it made sense. The Church of England’s reluctance to embrace Civil Partnerships wholeheartedly has added to the failure of Civil Partnerships to become the vivid same sex version of lasting partnership.
However, for us Civil Partnership has provided permanence with legal protections. It has created a small space for us to belong in society. The problem is that it is a tiny space; perhaps shaped more by contract than covenant, more by pragmatism than spiritual wisdom. We did make our Civil Partnership ceremony a rich experience but the fact that it wasn’t in church mattered and the fact that it couldn’t really fully embrace the ideas of it being a hospital for the soul leaves a deficit.
As the years go by I see this played out. As a Church of England Dean I have a public role. Leicester is diverse in terms of other faiths. It is therefore perhaps particularly uncertain about how to deal with a gay Dean. The county of Leicestershire is conservative too. Mostly I am able to be myself yet this happens in a filtered way. When I am asked if I have a wife, I say ‘no I don’t have a wife’. Then I analyse whether to leave it like that or say the next sentence. When appointed, no mention was made of my domestic life unlike the other announcements typically for Deans and Bishops. People are rarely hostile, just flummoxed as if there isn’t a frame for comprehension. But this is harder in the church than anywhere else. I see that despite change, homophobia is at work in me, in my community and in my church. Usually for me this doesn’t end up with violence but these are the gaps in which such malevolent powers grow. Without language, visibility, exemplars and sacred rituals to provide evidence of radical inclusion, homophobia will persist with consequences. For example, the Church of England is responsible for hundreds of schools and academies where the impact of homophobia is still felt, shaped by our bias and we need to do better.
My colleague organised a Christian presence at Leicester Pride this year. The group were expecting to hear lots of pain. They heard a bit. Mostly they heard from people who wanted to know more of the love of God. They thought that Jesus and his way could be for them. So undoubtedly this also concerns the Church of England’s mission, growth, renewal and reform. Even in Post Christendom the Church of England still shapes imagination in the way it contributes to the environmental conditions of society. Recently in Leicester our St Philip’s Centre working in interfaith and with TRADE, a local sexual health charity produced a report describing the Leicester Approach providing guidance across the faiths with LGBT people. Time and time again those of other faiths than Christian look to us for loving leadership. (See ‘Sexuality, Gender Identity and belief: The Leicester Approach’ 2017 available from admin@stphilipscentre.co.uk )
Marriage is now available for same-sex couples. But I think this discussion in church still focusses too much on justice alone. Justice is still vital and we still await it. If this reformation is also to be Godly, then righteousness also matters. They come as a pair in the Hebrew Bible. Righteousness is the rightness or the virtue that is Godly. It is the territory of the hospital of the soul. 
Here are four areas which may stimulate further thinking as the church tries to work out whether or not this love is really love and so whether or not this love can be blessed.
  1. We must discern this together, embracing a diversity of voices and experiences. Shared conversations cannot be over. This means ensuring LGBT voices are heard and valued. This includes increasing numbers from African communities making their home here such as those in Leicester finding sanctuary from places of violence across our Anglican Communion. It also means we need to free up lots of heterosexual people to be open about marriage. They need to be as sufficiently open as LGBT people are now being asked to be within this discernment process. Our church constantly wants to split off into camps. With that language has developed which is stifling, sometimes brutal. Take a phrase which crops up such as ‘Generous Orthodoxy’. It now gets used as a weapon; somehow saying everything there is to say about our Anglican identity and used as a way to cut down conversation. Generous Orthodoxy properly understood is the modus of the people of God as we are drawn deeper into the life of Christ. In a community of relationship, careful to use the conversation to build each other up, we are to discern the opportunities and challenges for marriage in our day.
  2. The record gets stuck on the slogan ‘one man, one woman’. Most marriages have and will be made up of a man and a woman. But are there other things also to say? For example, our tradition’s understanding of marriage changed the day Jesus went to a wedding in Cana (John 1–11). It is a ‘third day story’. It is about what happens when life is renewed in the power that raised Jesus from the dead. Jesus reframed marriage as something which could reveal the fullness of God’s kingdom. The constrained water containers became the overflowing vats of wine. Therefore the gospel writers are clear that in heaven there is to be no marriage (Matthew 22.30). Marriage on earth is a school for the Kingdom where ‘all things are to be made new’. The writers of the New Testament frame marriage in light of the new creation. Hence the church is bride and the glorified Christ is bridegroom. Remember that Genesis 1 does not start with men and women but rather starts in the Hebrew text with humanity. Men and women come next. That unified humanity then requires an arc of incarnation and redemption until the great divides are overcome. So might unity be worth exploring not as at present as a conversation about holding together the church but rather as an over-arching theological narrative for marriage as a sign to the world of what can be wrought by love and by God?
  3. We have to talk about sex. Now that the majority of sex within marriage is recreational and not pro-creational, what does that reveal about bodies and souls and God? Our right concerns about sin and sex will only be heard if people can see that the Christian disciplines around sexual life lead to abundance of life. Our obsession with genitals is unlikely to do that. We have richer Christian wisdom to explore about human beings as sexual beings, and about the interplay of different kinds of love. Every morning after my coffee and bowl of porridge, I kiss my partner good bye. Within the current disciplines of clergy in Civil Partnerships what does this act mean? Unquestionably this is a sexual act that is part of the practice of relationship which keeps us together. I still fancy him. I love him. Our morning kiss gladdens our hearts and that sexual experience enriches our souls.
  4. Finally, there seems increasing talk about gender complementarity. There are biological differences between men and women, but a binary account is inadequate. We project much onto the words man and woman. Politics, sociology, power, gender, sexuality, and status all shape what we mean by man and woman. As those in God’s Trinitarian image, we relate to one another and live between the poles of sameness and difference. Our intimate relationships allow us to explore that. My testimony is that living as a same sex couple we see more and more of the differentiation between me and my partner. We discover how utterly different we are and we are working at what it is to be one. This long life of sacrificial love habituates virtue. It is not possible without difference but that is perfectly possible without notions of complementarity which carries so much possibility of demeaning, imprisoning consequences for both men and women.
Marriage as a hospital for the soul can provide a secure platform for people, building the common good. This is a counter-balance to the obsessive coupledom which sees the cosy comfort of relationship as an inoculator from the world. It is also a needed alternative to the exhausting and often damaging behaviours of multiple short-term relationships.
I believe the Christian story has the capacity to enlarge the story of marriage to include same sex couples. I look forward to the day when I can pray for them what I have prayed for so many husbands and wives. I hope to be able to pray ‘God the Holy Trinity make you strong in faith and love, defend you on every side and guide you in truth and peace’ (Blessing from Common Worship, The Marriage Service, 2000).
The Very Revd David Monteith, Dean of Leicester

2 out of 3

Doing rather too much thinking of late. Possibly not helped by reading the inclusive church resources. Finished the book on gender. Much more aware of how social and other situations play out as a result. Like when trying to get involved in setting up the local Parkrun. And every message you send being ignored. Turn up anyway. At the end there is a group of middle aged, quite probably middle class white men stood in a circle talking rugby quotes and arranging a meeting in a pub. Only one of them was kind enough to talk to me, even though I'd spent the last 2 hours there volunteering.

I still don't know what I think of my own gender. I've learned recently that gender neutrality/ambiguity/dysphoria etc is quite common on the Autistic Spectrum (I think probably a lot lot more so in autistic females). I guess neutrality is my default state. I only really want to transition when to be a man would mean/have meant that I stood even the remotest chance of 'getting the girl'. I currently hate my hair because it looks 'girly'. V tempted to shave it all off, but I've come this far in growing it enough to have dreads, it would be a shame to waste that. When running, I want to beat the men. But then I do also look at my stats in terms of the female runners.

That leads me on to the next thing. Yet another run in with an ex. There are only two people that I've been in a relationship with, and one that I wanted to be a relationship with and she certainly did not behave like just a friend, but then freaked out and deleted me from her life, never to be seen again. Anyway. In the last month or so I've come face to face with both of the people that I've been in a relationship with that have then left me. If I was in normal state of mind/state with God, then I'd probably have a rant at God in a 'what the heck are you playing at, is my life not hard enough? kind of way. However, at the moment I'm trying to look at it as part of his plan to get rid of the past and its hurt and move on with stuff. So I didn't completely flip out at the start of the half marathon when ex fiancee stood behind me and then seemed annoyed I didn't instantly recognise him (kinda focussed on the race and how much my back hurt before we'd even started). We had a quick chat. All about him. No surprise. And now reflecting on it, it was the same as it ever was. He has everything he ever wanted, he has the partner and the kids and the career. But as ever, I got the sob story, how he'd changed jobs lots of times and how unfair it was that he had to keep starting at the bottom, then how he'd become a teacher and how hard that was and how hard his first two schools were and....

There are so many reasons that I am absolutely fine that this is no longer my problem. But thinking about it tonight, his attitude is probably quite common, and I'd guess particularly so amongst white middle aged, middle class males. This idea of life being unfair because its a bit hard sometimes. The idea that you deserve to have everything handed to you, just because of who you are, or because you have an 'education', or...

I can rant with the best of them, but I hope that one thing I have learned is that life/society does not owe me anything, and I am certainly not 'above' having to work hard for things. And I think that I am fully aware, and extremely grateful for those privileges and advantages that I do have. If ever I'm not... kick my ass.

So. God... will I be running into person number three in the next few weeks? I don't think I'd handle that one quite as well. All that really happened as a result of meeting the last one is that I made damn sure I beat him in the race.

Thursday, April 05, 2018

Peace

Still can't get used to leaving church feeling all chilled out and peaceful... instead of in tears. Its lovely.

Still can't turn off Aspie brain though... that spends the walk home (and rest of night) worrying about who I offended how with stuff that came out of my mouth.

If anyone from AS reads this, then please always say at the time if I've said something stupid.

For starters:

E: you don't need to run after cake. At all. I run before, but thats just so I have an excuse to eat cake.

W: I LOVE your wild gesticulating. I was NOT taking the michael. Its brilliant. How can I be laughing at you? when most of the time I can't get a word out without whole body rocking. I can only apologise in advance of any time that your gesticulating is so wild that it make me laugh out loud in church. It will happen. Inappropriate laughing is my forte.

Wednesday, April 04, 2018

My Calling?

The idea of a calling, and stuff about careers has come up a lot recently.

The first thing E said to me when she pounced after the service was to ask what my calling is. Weird when she has never seen me before. I mumbled something about CMA. I dismissed what she suggested a couple of weeks later about being a vicar as being completely ludicrous. It seems to embody all the things I am worst at. I'm also aware that with God's sense of humour, this may all come back to bite me on the ass one day.

The more troublesome thing is how many times people have questioned or belittled my 'career'. This is upsetting me because it finally feels, after 20 years, that I have found my calling, and I have found the place where I fit. I think I am really good at my job (Classroom Support Assistant at Ashmount School) and that I bring something to that role and place that not everyone else can. I think who I am is actually an asset rather than a hindrance there. Colleagues may correct me about all of this, but...

So, it really feels like God has been at work, through a lot of horrible, horrible years to get me to where he wants me. And to have that questioned from several sides all at once is worrying.

Now the biggest one is one that I should know better about by now. I could probably have a quick google and find ten similar quotes saying that "the key to happiness is to stop comparing yourself to others". And its true. When I compare myself to my peers I feel that I have nothing (apart from a dodgy old van and a pile of lego) and have achieved nothing. Everyone else has partner and kids. I have a cuddly Ewok. So, stop comparing. The one that always leads me into a rant at God is when I compare myself to my brother. He is the total opposite of me. And this time the way to make me feel like an absolute failure was to compare careers. I tried to style it out. But it hurt. Dad was asking him about his new office, as he is doing rather well at work. Like an idiot I chipped in "I have a peg..... its got my name on it!". When will I learn. Don't get involved. Don't compare. Don't try to defend yourself. But that's not how Aspie brain works. So it's been on the defensive about my career "choice'.

Seems that Mum too doesn't think much of what I do. She suggested I retrain as a paramedic. Having watched them at work and thinking 'Gem could do that, she'd earn more money".

So is that it? What you earn is the only indicator of the value of your work?

That would explain a lot about the mess the world is in.

Someone in our lent discussion group said that 'you get paid a lot more for looking after money, than looking after people'.

Surely that's the wrong way round.

I'm trying to mentally defend my career at the moment with phrases like "he makes money, I make a difference', and trying to hang on to the belief that its more important to use my knowledge and skills to help others, even if just helping them to be happy, than worrying about how much money I earn.

I got asked recently about why I did a PhD. It felt like they were questioning the point of my qualifications when they are not used for my job. To me my degree, PGCE and PhD are massive achievements, all 'worth it' for their own intrinsic value. I gain a lot of self esteem from having them. Maybe more so now because I no longer get any of that 'professional' kudos from being able to say I'm a teacher.

Truth is I probably get to actually teach way more now. And am so, so much happier than when I was teaching. I work more hours in more jobs, for less. But I don't dread going to work each day. I look forward to it.

So. What is my 'calling'?

Easter

Was sad to not be at AS for Easter. But very glad I did not miss an opportunity to see my nephews. Ended up having two thirds of them for two whole days and had such a brilliant time that I didn't mind being relegated to the floor in the spare room while they had my bed!

I'm always going to be sad about not having my own kids. Sometimes I've got my head around it, and know that I am a bad influence on a lot of kids, just not one of my own. Other days it can take me very quickly into the dark place. Maybe God will get me past it, maybe something big will happen.

Got to spend lots of time with my best mate from play school and his kids. Went over for fish and chips and a film Saturday night (is it ok if we watch the next Star Wars we're up to?... really Tim, you even asked?!?!) and ended up being persuaded to get up at 5:20am to go to the Sunrise service at their church.

Very happy to go to church on that day, it kinda feels like the most important day of the year, better somehow even than Christmas in a way. Nice to feel slightly crazy at ridiculous o clock, holding a candle, shouting He is risen and trying not to laugh at someone failing to light a small fire.

However, they did a bit where you could go up to the font and use the water to renew your baptism/commitment and cross your forehead, or something. I couldn't make myself go up and do it. I think its about 90% fear of doing it wrong or doing something stupid or of having people look at me. There is still a bit of me that doesn't feel worthy. Not necessarily in God's eyes. But in other people's eyes. Like the vicar there or the congregation would step in and say "no, we didn't mean you, you can't do it"

I think I trust AS now. Still more than wary of every other church though.

Maybe its the difference between trusting God and trusting 'His people' that keeps so many people living in the darkness behind a mask of lies?

Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Sadness and coffee

Did 'Holy Joes' outside church this morning. Eternally grateful for the warning that there would be 'some children' in church. It was actually packed with half the Grammar school, so I was so glad I loitered outside rather than bursting in.

Shame I can't do the Holy Joes regularly. Its one area of service I'm practiced at! It would be nice to have more than three people to serve, but hey. Was a bit like the 2am shift.. talking rubbish and keeping warm.

Then got invited to/dragged into morning prayer. I really can't cope with this reading a verse each side, pause at the diamond malarkey! However. Previously when looking at the painting of Jesus at the front I'd just been struck with how skinny he looks...


But this morning I nearly cried at how sad and resigned he looks. Which I guess is probably exactly how he felt. And I felt so sorry, its my fault he is there. Well, not just me, but...


Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Chewie.... we're home!

Well, that's it now. No more fear, no more excuses.

Just back from the Compline service. I love how all the crap that exists at other churches seems to be conspicuously absent at All Saints. Another person sharing their reflections on Lent, and making it even clearer that I have nothing to fear in this place.

I had also been asked to share my reflections. In the interests of safety I had sent them for approval many days beforehand! The scary bit was having to read them out. As always, the waiting is the worst bit, although shaky leg did get a bit out of hand at times.

I'm really grateful to have been asked to share my thoughts. I may not have seemed it, but thats just the anxiety. I'm grateful that people listened.

I'm even more grateful that now the vicar knows my worst crap, and I'm still welcome. Her only question was how can we help you through this, er crap.

I've learned that lots of people have ****ed uppyness. I am just more honest about my ****ed uppyness and wear my ****ed uppyness on my sleeve.

Can you tell I really like the term ****ed uppyness?

Oh, and I stole this.


Identity

I have a lot of labels to describe my identity. The one I am most fiercely proud of is being in Hufflepuff house. This is the one label that is based on my character.

Yes, I know, I should have been doing my accounts, or running this morning but I got sidetracked by pinterest. again. Some of these made me cry. Some have brought me courage.

https://pin.it/ifxvpadpbfbjmk

I think an inclusive church would be one led by Hufflepuffs....
(and if you don't know what Hufflepuff house is, go read Harry Potter. 
It will be the best thing you ever did!)

Monday, March 26, 2018

Trash can praise

Been a while since I've come home from a church and had to sing.



I've never heard a more ridiculous suggestion

...more on that at the end.

Went to Compline tonight. Mostly to check it out in an attempt to be less hideously nervous tomorrow. Extremely very glad I went. Even if just to say the affirmation of faith one more time. Two people shared tonight, and I was very grateful that they did. The first person's reflections (amongst other stuff, including the fact that meeting in a pub is always good) revealed that in this church not only am I welcome, but people also listen to what I have to say, and remember it. That is part encouragement, part warning I fear.

The second person I've never met before. She had been struck by the sermon/discussions on homosexuality. She spoke about understanding that it wasn't a choice. That's the point when the face started leaking. It's possibly one of the most important things for people to understand. It is how we are fearfully and wonderfully made. Not a lifestyle choice. I still remember the point at which my mother "got it now". It wasn't anything she had done wrong, no bad parenting, not the fault of her eating coal and salad cream while pregnant, not me choosing to let her down. My brother was born with the gene for losing his hair by his mid twenties. I was born gay.

Forced to sort a few things out while rocking (next to not on) a gravestone outside afterwards. Honesty is always better with a few sweary bits chucked in. Then onto the ridiculous suggestion.

Vicar.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHa.

er. no.

Sunday, March 25, 2018

Borrowed family

Stole some children for the day. Couldn’t help but smile as my day was made twice, saying the Lord’s Prayer with one, and another (now known as Sticky Tony) choosing to come up at communion and receive a blessing.

Extra special as church is one of the many times I wish I had my own family to bring.

Thanks church for not minding the row of disruption that was us and the Greens. And thanks for asking the boys to be involved. Very wise asking them to carry things to the fron and not me.  I’d have tripped and dropped.  They were fine.

Sunday, March 18, 2018

Poverty.

Week two of deciding to go to church. And actually looking forward to going to church. Kinda strange how crashing my bike seems to have led to suddenly belonging in a church.

This week was the last of the Inclusive Church series (v disappointed I missed all but the last two), and it was on poverty. The focus was on poverty as a form of inequality, that puts stress on relationships and is a threat to identity, and also to physical and mental health. Thus its opposition (?) to Christianity, which Revd Hackwood described as Freedom and Equality. Equality in a christian sense being equality of relationships. Jesus' approach is that everyone has an intrinsic dignity, that gives us all equality.

He also looked at the historical view of poverty, with the 'poor' in Jesus' time being 'outside of the system', and the change in the role of the welfare state (or at least often the end result of) since its inception. Post war it provided support until people found a job after returning. Now it often creates dependency and therefore captivity, with 'users' being neither valued or included in society. Also rather than bridging the gap into work, a great deal of poverty is now 'in work' poverty.

My thoughts? Well having spent two weeks unemployed after escaping the hell hole that was HP I understand the loss of dignity and identity. I went from an educated professional to a nobody as soon as my contract ended. I felt so worthless waiting in the job centre for my first interview I sat there and cried. And this was only in two weeks. It didn't take long to get a job, but when that job only guarantees you 8 hours of work each week and you are desperate for any shift you can get then it doesn't seem like much of a step up. However, when you've just got back from Uganda your view of your own situation changes.

One thing from the talk today that shocked me most was the definition of poverty given. Apparently if your household is living on 60% of the average income.. so currently £16k then you are classed as living in poverty. So, despite working a full time job and several part time jobs I am technically living in poverty. So you can laugh and say 'well, that's why a certain 9 year old frequently accuses me of being tight!', or you can question lots of things about society. The speaker today said that pages and pages of comments on an online newspaper article he wrote were essentially saying that those in poverty are 'the scum of the earth', and that its a self inflicted plight for not trying hard enough, in school, at work, to find a job etc.

So, I work several jobs, usually 6+days a week. And still I'm 'living in poverty'. Its not like I'm too lazy to do the hours. Its actually that the job I feel I was made for (CSA in a special school) is really poorly paid. The £940 a month it pays just about covers most of the bills. if I cycle everywhere and live on pasta and cereal. And settle for living in a flat. The rest of the jobs pay for everything else, a bit more food, and some diesel, and the cash to do most of my shopping at the local car boot. The extra, extra jobs pay for the lego obsession. So, I'm not lazy, and I did try at school. My PhD has actually stopped me getting jobs rather than providing a lucrative fulfilling career (still value it immensely though).

I could get upset (and sometimes I do) and rant at God (and often do) that despite a lifetime of hard work and 'doing the right thing' I'm in this situation. Or, I could consider myself extremely fortunate. Fortunate that I got out of the divorce without being married with something rather than nothing. Fortunate that I've only spent 2 weeks unemployed. Very very fortunate that banks won't lend me enough for the upgrade to a house, but my parents will (and knowing them 'loan' may be a very loose term). I am extremely lucky to have my family, that have got my back. I will always have somewhere to go. They help me out when I need it, in lots of ways. I know people that dream of having somewhere of their own to live, but it seems like an impossible dream, despite working hard and saving. With a County Council paycheque, the numbers just don't add up.

I'm also lucky to have friends. That employ me. That will let me live in their spare room when I soon become homeless. That shout me lunch on a day out, so that I can spend the £20 I worked a job before school started in the morning for four days to earn on Lego at the event, rather than worrying how much dinner was going to cost. That invite me over for tea. That don't mind that most of their kid's birthday and Christmas presents come from the car boot or a charity shop (at least, they've never said). That give me a present when I am ill, or just because they can. That give me lifts. That give me their unwanted Lego....

Anyway...

The last sentence of the talk today was the only one I maybe disagreed with. Not sure I understood his meaning, but it sounded like he was saying that the other issues covered, gender and sexuality, were all very well, but that poverty affects a person's identity and relationships. I doubt he meant to belittle the other issues, but it sounded as though he didn't understand that gender, sexuality, ethnicity, disability also affect identity, and relationships, and a person's dignity. I could cynically wonder if that's because he comes at Inclusivity from the position of a white middle class able male, but I think that would be harsh. He is right certainly that poverty is an area of inequality that can suddenly affect anyone, regardless of all other labels.

Saying the Affirmation of Faith last week really hit me. To know that I am welcome in this church. Today it really hit me hearing the gentleman stood next to me saying it. And thinking "I no longer have to fear you".


Last thought for the Inclusive Church theme.... I just need to be black and then I'll have the full house!