For such a time as this

I was having a chinwag (my favorite British word for "chat") with one of my new British friends. She's a wonderful gal, close to my age, with whom I share four very important passions: God, youth work, hot chocolate, and shopping at IKEA. Aside from all that, I'm just downright impressed that she graduated from Cambridge University! I mean...wowzers. So, anyhow, the other day we had a chinwag (seriously, I can't stop using this word) about youth work in West Bridgford (the *posh* area of Nottingham that I live and work in). Now, my friend was born and raised in Nottingham, and has a wonderful grasp on the community and youth in the area. My friend remembers more than one group of workers coming in for weeks or months at a time, attempting to set up some sort of youth ministry in West Bridgford. The way all of these groups individually described West Bridgford to her was as if it had a sort of haze over it...like a cloud of apathy just hanging there above the seemingly perfect little town.

West Bridgford has long carried the title "Fur coat & no knickers," given to it from the surrounding areas of Nottingham. Aside from being an adorable-sounding British phrase, "Fur coat & no knickers" basically means it's all about show. The theory is that West Bridgfordians only have enough money to APPEAR wealthy (thus the fur coat), but underneath it all...can't even afford underwear.

Putting both of the above ideas together in my head seems to paint an almost Stepford Wives-ish picture.

Where I find myself right now is in a state of awe of God's timing. The team I'm working with is in the EXCITING stage of putting together a vision team for our future outreach center / youth church / cafe ministry / whatever you want to call it. As we've been making lists of names and praying over them, amazing things have been happening. Again, this is something that has been hard for me to assign words or coherent thoughts to...but of course, I'll try to type it out anyway! Please forgive me as I attempt to record my scattered thoughts.

There are already big stories of God's power coming from our vision team...and we haven't even had our first official meeting yet. Ha! We divided the names of the people we needed to "cast the vision" to, in hopes that we could persuade some of the people on our list to join our vision team. So how's this for making our job easier - some of them approached us before we had time to ask...inquiring about how they could get involved in what we're doing because they had recently been feeling like God was really tugging on their hearts to get involved in youth ministry!

One of the gals I asked to be on our VT was recently given the task at her job to map out all the local youth clubs or centres...and, as expected, she found a grand total of ZERO. Zip-a-dee-doo-da. This is quite an embarrassing find for such a prestigious area of Notts! The government in the area is to the point where they are DESPERATE for anyone to do ANYTHING with the youth in West Bridgford. So, now our vision team gal's task at work is to propose what the local borough councils should invest in...gee, can you think of anyone wanting to put together a community minded youth ministry?? :)

This is the perfect time for our ministry to take root. The churches in West Bridgford are coming together in an amazing way for the first time. It just seems like the local church leadership is being pruned, primed, and prepared for something BIG. Time and time again, the passage in Esther about how Mordecai suggests that she was brought to her position by God specifically "for such a time as this" has come up. It keeps popping up in sermons and devotions had by our vision and prayer teams.

My teammate, Amy, told us that her mom says God answers prayer in four ways:

1.) Yes
2.) No
3.) Later, or
4.) I thought you'd never ask!

We're thinking that all of our prayers for this area of Nottingham is resulting in God answering us with #4. That's exciting.

There is an unseen spiritual battle going on right now in West Bridgford. Satan has had an invisible hold on this area for a long time now, and he's not going to let go without a fight. But...God is raising up an army of dorky Americans and silly Brits that are ready to take hold of the promise found in 1 Chronicles 20:15 - "Do not be afraid or discouraged because of this vast army. For the battle is not yours, but God's."

Selfishness, Football, and Velma

It is interesting to talk with the English about what they think of the USA. Unfortunately, most of them only know the USA seen on TV - via New York City and "Hollyweird," as my Dad would say. Unfortunately, people like Tom Cruise and Paris Hilton end up being the face of the States to the rest of the world. Lovely. I've heard many opinions on the American lifestyle, but the one thing that comes up time after time is selfishness. Most of the people I've spoken with here have the mindset that Americans are incredibly wasteful. Images of large SUVs and other un-necessary gas guzzlers that are all about status and image puzzle the Brits (you could NEVER fit even a mid-sized American car on their tiny little roads!). I never realized how much open space we have in the US compared to a tiny little island country like England where they have to build UP-wards instead of OUT-wards. I've never learned so much about recycling since I came here! It's like every English person tries to take me on as their personal project, teaching me how to refute my "wasteful American" ways. They drop a heavy fine on you if you don't recycle properly! We have had more in our recycling bin than in our "rubbish" bin every week! I've heard more than a few sermons on the importance of recycling...that's so bizarre to me, but it's finally all starting to sink in. Weather I completely agree with all of the American stereotypes, I'm going to do my bit to change my wasteful habits.

One of my favorite hymns in the churches here is called "Make Me A Channel of Your Peace." The song is a great reminder, again, of the pitfalls of a selfish lifestyle. I'd never heard of this song before, but apparently it is an adaptation of a famous prayer by St. Francis of Assisi.

Make me a channel of your peace.
Where there is hatred let me bring your love;
Where there is injury your pardon, Lord;
And where there's doubt true faith in you.

Refrain:
Oh, Master grant that I may never seek
So much to be consoled as to console;
To be understood as to understand;
To be loved as to love with all my soul.

Make me a channel of your peace.
Where there's despair in life let me bring hope;
Where there is darkness, only light;
And where there's sadness, ever joy.

Refrain

Make me a channel of your peace.
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
In giving to all men that we receive;
And in dying that we're born to eternal life.

Refrain

According to Wikipedia.org (I'm addicted to Wikipedia! It's a disease, I know), Mother Teresa started each day reciting this prayer. Many quite diverse musicians have recorded their own versions of the song, and even Margaret Thatcher paraphrased the prayer right after she won the election for Prime Minister of England in 1979. If you would like to hear a version of the song that is very similar to the way the hymn is played in churches, click here: Channel of Your Peace (A big thanks to my friends Dan & Serenity for bringing that link to my attention! I really am in love with this song, and Denison Witmer did a great job on it!)

I hope and pray that as Christians (regardless of tribe, tongue, or nation) we can learn to leave selfishness behind. As much as we seek to be understood, may we even more seek to understand others. As much as we seek to love, may we even more so seek to love the rest of the world with the love of Christ.

In other MUCHO important news...I have made a very important, life-altering decision. After much prayer, fasting, and supplication, I have decided which football team I will claim as my own. Football (soccer) is more popular here than ANYTHING else. I've never experienced anything like the loyalty every person in this country holds for "their" team! When the country surveyed its youth, 5 out of the top 10 role models they listed were footballers. So...drum roll please...I've decided that my team is...Liverpool! And yes, I'm such a girl. I chose my team not based on stats, popularity, players, coach, or anything normal like that. I just picked them because that's where The Beatles are from. What can I say? Any city that can produce hits like "Eleanor Rigby" and "Penny Lane" deserves my support, right? :) Hey, at least I didn't pick them based on how pretty their uniforms are.

I hope that all of you enjoyed your Christmas and New Years Eve! I spent Christmas Eve through Boxing Day in the ORIGINAL Boston, which is in Lincolnshire. My British roommate's family invited myself and my teammate over for the holidays! We had a lovely time, sampling traditional British (and Dutch) Christmas food. As for New Years Eve, one of the local Church of England evangelists invited me over for his "Fancy Dress" party. "Fancy Dress" in England means "Costume Party," and the theme for his was cartoon characters. I went as a surprisingly convincing Velma from Scooby Doo! You can see pictures of Boston and Velma on my Flickr site, if you so wish.

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