October 2014

Love one an-OTHER?

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His name was Daniel. He wasn’t old, perhaps within 10 years of my age. He spent his days on the couch listening to T.V.

He was blind.

He needed help with every basic human action: walking, to be put in the wheelchair, eating, using the toilet. He relied on the nurses for his daily life. Some-days I would help him eat, help him drink tea. I tipped the enamel cup to his lips, as some dribbled down his chin he would say ‘Thank you’. It didn’t feel like an act worthy of thanks. I didn’t know what to say. Once we talked of New Zealand. Travel. India. He had a brother living in India and wanted to travel there. With a sense of humour, he asked me to take him with me in June.

One day he asked for help to get to the toilet. More than one person was required to lift him – it cannot be done alone. Searching for a nurse the response came ‘Just ignore him, he has a nappy he can go in that.’ The nurse acted like she was in a sterile office job and not dealing with a real person – a person needing help for a basic human need. This Hospice is a place for those rejected and left alone in society because of HIV/AIDS. Where is Daniel’s dignity if one of the only functions his body has left is denied when we do not help him to the toilet? How does he not feel the stigma if he must sit in his own faeces all afternoon? He is dehumanized when he is treated like this.

The first few days I worked at the HIV/AIDS Hospice were great. I could see the kids playing, the green grass and immaculately kept gardens showed vibrancy and life. After a couple of weeks, however, I noticed the cockroaches under the beds, the dirty marks on the lino that never got cleaned, the children fighting from boredom – all physical symbols speaking to the reality that not everyone was experiencing quality life within that place. It was an experience of the rose-coloured glasses coming off. I was shocked and challenged to realize that even within an NGO, and within a church that is proclaiming the love of God there are problems and issues of division and un-loving actions.

This is the ultimate of poverties. As Mother Teresa said “Being unwanted, unloved, uncared for, forgotten by everybody, I think that is a much greater hunger, a much greater poverty than the person who has nothing to eat.” It is those we and society name as unwanted, unloved and uncared for that are needing the good news of Jesus -the restoration into a relationship of unconditional, gracious Love.

As Christians, we say Jesus loves all peoples, all faiths, all colours, as equals. Do our lives reflect that? We can easily say we need to stop creating distance between ourselves and others but do we really live that reality? Is it ‘us’ and ‘them’? ‘Helper’ and ‘Helpless’? ‘Giver’ and Receiver’? Even if we know who ‘they’ are in our world, country, town, street, church, we make choices every-day that are acts of unity or division, acts of embracing or dis-engaging.

The truth is, this reality is hard. I’m still learning how easy it is to distance people, to ‘other’ people, to place them in boxes and neglect our common humanity – and shared inheritance and children of God.

We must constantly fight against our ability to ‘other’ people and keep them at a misunderstandable distance. When we find out just who ‘they’ are a remarkable thing happens. ‘They’ are no longer something to fear. ‘They’ cannot be left uncared for when we have built a relationship with them. ‘They’ have something to offer us. ‘They’ becomes Lerato. ‘Other’ becomes Anna. ‘HIV/AIDS’ becomes Busu. ‘Abused’ becomes Thandiwe. ‘Other’ becomes neighbour. ‘Them’ becomes brother/sister and friend.

 

THE MUSE

We love because God loved us first (John 14:19). Dwell here for a while.

THE MOVE

What way are you moving? Towards or away from those ‘different’ from you? Is there a certain person or people group that you may have distanced that God is asking you to take a step towards or embrace? What is one thing you could do this week to make that conscious step?

Baptisms in Albania

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Over the last eight months the Shalom church plant, which is made up of about 15 adults and 20 children, has been doing some basic biblical discipleship topics from the first SEAN course, “Abundant Life.” During that time we covered 18 different topics including repentance from sin, belief and forgiveness, how to pray, and what it means to be a member of a local church.

After we had done the topic of Baptism we asked who was ready for baptism and seven people responded. We spent a number of weeks going over what baptism meant with everyone in the church to make sure they all understood what was happening. We chose a day at the end of July for the baptisms, but had to postpone it until the September 14 as some had work and others planned to be away on holiday with their families.

We met with those to be baptised the day before the event and discovered that another woman wanted to be baptised as well. Though she was a new Christian, we agreed that she was ready. On the day, an 80 year old woman who was a regular part of the Shalom Church but has been away for the summer said “why can’t I be baptised too? Why didn’t you ask me?” So we ended up baptising her as well – by pouring water on her instead of immersion because of her age. A total of nine people were baptised that day.

 

Introducing God.

For the past year, Murray has been quietly working on making the Introducing God course culturally relevant and personalising the illustrations. As he finished each lesson, either a friend translated it, or Murray did the translation himself with our language teacher.

The result is 11 booklets in simple, easy to read A4 format. Since finishing them, Murray has given the first booklet to ten different men, including neighbours, the local mechanic, the men associated with the Shalom church and two others.

The plan is to follow each lesson up with a discussion over coffee, so he is going to be busy during these next few months working through the series with these men. ‘M,’ a nominal muslim taxi driver, was the first to read through the series with Murray and he became a Christian about half way through the course.

 

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Identity, anthropology and mission

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What does it mean to be missional while being a student? Abigail shares a story demonstrating that university can be a place to express and explore – not lose – our faith.

I’ve been studying Anthropology at university. It’s about understanding cultures and trying to see things from their perspective, and having traveled a fair bit the last five years and going on a few mission trips myself, these are valuable skills I hope to use a lot in my future trips. Useful skills for modern missionaries.

The other day I got into a debate with my Anthropology lecturer in a tutorial. His argument was that identity is purely contextual and relational – our experiences and the people around us make us ‘who we are’. So if there is to be ‘me’ there must always be a ‘you’ to make me ‘me’.

This is one of the foundational building blocks of Anthropological thought. It’s necessary for anthropologists to think outside of their cultural context, avoid ethnocentricity (being biased and only seeing things from their own perspective) and understand other groups within their own context and relations. ‘It’s all relative’ so they say.

He went on to discuss how there is therefore nothing that makes us essentially who we are.

There is nothing essential or eternal about us all.

But he failed to point out that the academic who had make the point in the reading we were discussing was writing from his own belief system – a belief in ‘Nothing’. The same foundational philosophy as Buddhism – a great universal nothingness.

 

My question to him was, “What happens when we die then?’”

Because when the context and the relationships that defined us in this life disappear, if there is nothing that makes us essentially who we are, our identity must disappear along with them. We cease to exist.

We become ‘nothing’.

 

I am not saying that our identity is not purely contextual and relational.

Because I think it is.

But what if you were in an unbreakable, unchangeable relationship with something essential and eternal, that would always be there?  With a place prepared for you forever.

 

I asked him another question: “What about integrity?”

That idea of being one, whole person, all of the time. Perhaps even a ‘genuine’, honest person. If a person’s identity isn’t grounded in ‘Something’ outside of time and space then there is no way of being a person of integrity, because nothing outside of your environment is defining your choices or who you are. No one to make you ‘human’, or even humane. No conscience, compass or morality. You are a ship on a thousands seas, with a million fractured personalities.

 

My lecturer threw me back a question: “Why did God make the world then? What could he possibly want from us?”

Because he loves us, I said. He created us for a relationship with Him. Love is creative. It was not that he needed us at all.

Jesus came that we may meet the God who loves us, the ‘Something’ outside of nothing. And when that day comes, and the people we meet and the things we have experienced are gone, a relationship with God and a context in eternity will remain-  and our identity in Christ will remain.

 

My lecturer was right – identity is purely contextual and relational.

And if I believe in Nothing… if I fail to find my true identity through a relationship and a context in Something (eternal, everlasting, infinite, loving, unending, faithful, enduring), nothing is really all that will remain.

 

THE MUSE

Its easy to hide our faith, especially in the academic classroom. What has your experience been when your faith is challenged? Are there creative ways you can express your faith in your context like Abigail did?

THE MOVE

Watch out for an opportunity God will give you this week to share your faith. (Also, consider doing an anthropology paper or reading a book about the subject – it’s an incredibly useful area for those interested in mission.)

 

Abigail has worked in mission contexts around the world the last five years with a focus on anti-trafficking. She completed a film school last year in South Africa and has returned to Christchurch to study Anthropology at the University of Canterbury. In the future Abigail hopes to use the arts and film-making as an advocacy tool, and is currently interning with the Tear Fund to raise awareness and support for the anti-trafficking organisation Nvader (nvader.org).

Haerenga meets Middleton

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After leaving Waidradra village we got one day of debrief and rest before starting on our next adventure: joining twelve Year 13 students and two teachers from Middleton Grange High School, Christchurch for a whirlwind two week missions trip in the West (along with Jon, the awesome and ever encouraging NZCMS communications guy who doubled as one of the trip leaders).

Initially I was a bit apprehensive about the whole thing as I went from feeling like we were almost blending in with the Fijian way of life to again being a very obvious group of white foreigners. However I was quickly put at ease by the way the group approached the trip, being so keen to learn the Fijian ways, to grow and be challenged by what they experienced.

I’m still not entirely sure what our official role was with the team but I think I ended up being a kind of blend of cultural advisor/ big sister/ added volume in songs… basically extra hands for whatever came up. And my goodness plenty came up! It was a bit of a shock to go from our more marathon-like pace to the short term mission sprint. There were school classes to take, sports matches to play, assemblies to run (sometimes off the cuff, a true mission experience!), hospital visits, house visits, village visits, meals with priests, sermons, songs, testimonies, swimming, horse riding and that’s just a taster!

Some stand out moments.

Teaching at a primary school in Sigatoka. Basically our team of four was thrown in front of a group of 50+ excitable Year 5 students in a very small room and asked to entertain the kids for 50 mins. 50 minutes later we didn’t want to stop! I think we all had just as much fun as the kids singing songs, teaching actions and acting out David and Goliath (complete with marching armies).

Warm welcomes. These were had wherever we went but a particular stand out was in Lautoka where all 18 of us were welcomed into the Bishop’s own home to stay. It would have been much less of a hassle and intrusion for our hosts if we had stayed in the church building, but in true Fiji style they would have none of that. What a testimony of the Fijian hospitality and love.

Stepping out. I was challenged to step out of my happy, comfort box and preach my first sermon on Fiji soil. Took me long enough!

The team. It was a real pleasure to journey with the team and watch them go from being awkward bystanders to embracing the culture: being swamped with kids, initiating conversations with randoms and diving into new situations instead of hanging back. Please keep the team in your prayers as they settle back in New Zealand and ponder what God has for their futures.

The Happenings to Come.

I’ll spend the next week in Suva hopefully making the most of my holiday time. I think there’ll be plenty of Skype dates and emails as I assure various family members and friends that I am still alive and kicking after my leave of absence! Following that we start our final (what?!) months placement in St Christopher’s Home which is an orphanage just out of Suva run by some lovely Anglican nuns. From what I can gather we’ll spend our afternoons and weekends with the kids and during the day be involved with ministry stuff in the local Anglican Church of St Christophers or helping the nuns…we shall see what excitement pans out!

Natalie’s reflections

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I have found my way back to some internet with time to spare so I’m thinking it’s high time for an official update of our recent goings on. So much has been happening in the past few weeks it’s hard to know where to begin. Last time I left you hanging one week into my village stay so we shall start from there.

 

Village Happenings.

What an amazing experience. Four weeks of village happenings: an after school program with 50 or so kids. Daily prayer rhythms (starting at 5am!). Swims at the beach and river. Fish caught, cooked and eaten within minutes. A bonfire with kiwi style sausage and bread. Buckets of washing to pound. So much singing, a couple of funerals, multiple breakfasts in one day…

 

A few things that struck me the most.

The ‘community-ness.’ This has been such a beautiful thing to see and a privilege to be a part of. From what I gathered, community here means no one goes wanting, if you have a little you share. A catch of fish sometimes makes its way around the whole village! When I wandered through the village at a meal time there was without fail a call to ‘Mai vakasiga levu’ (come, have lunch) often from people I hadn’t even met. It’s a real testimony to how big the Fijian hearts are, how ready they are to share their food and lives. I experienced community in joyous times and in struggles, being bound together as we shared birthday celebrations and mourned the loss of someone close. It was wonderful seeing the way the youth and young adults cared for the younger village kids as brothers and sisters and how the kids were welcomed into any house for a meal.

The commitment of Father Demesi (the Anglican priest in the village) to the church. Even though often there were just two or three gathered for 5am morning prayer he still wandered across to church every day to begin thanking his Lord.

The interesting way of washing. Basically they take a huge bucket, fill it with water and clothes and then take a large pipe and pound! Apparently they were just handwashing clothes until they saw this pipe method on a Taiwanese movie (or something like that) and decided to give it a try!

 

Some musings, wise or otherwise.

Being available. I’ve been learning the importance of making yourself available – approaching houses, saying yes to offers of breakfast and a chat, moving my past fears of awkwardness and intrusion. Some of my most precious conversations have happened when I’ve done just that. A spontaneous chat with an Aunty in the village turned into a nightly family prayer with her and her five kids – where we sang ‘I’m gonna clap, clap, clap, snap, snap, snap and praise the Lord’ so enthusiastically that I think the whole village could probably hear!

Mission is messy. Coated in dust and dog poo, snotty noses and sticky hands. Late nights, heavy eyes, fuzzy brains. Dealing with multiple plans, changing plans, or no plans at all. Embracing the familiar ‘uncomfortableness’ of having no idea what you are doing, should be doing or will be doing next. Yet out of all this mess comes real beauty. Kids’ laughter. Games of duck-duck goose and tag. Beautiful drawings, a shared sunrise, spontaneous worship. Deep friendships, stomach-hurting laughter and shared sorrows. Family, community, love.

 

A few prayer needs.

Next placement. Our next placement will be with the St Christopher’s Orphanage. It would be awesome to be able to invest into the children in ways that last. They are used to having so many visitors coming into their lives one day and leaving the next and I’m not sure how we can make a real difference. Please pray for wisdom in this.

Myself. In this last month I’m aware that it would be easy to get comfortable and forget to step out and continue to be challenged. It’d be awesome to have prayer that I’ll recognise and grab hold of new opportunities (or even make some!). I’d love to grow more in sharing encouragements with people, in praying for healing and in preaching. All these things make me a bit uncomfortable so I think I’ll need that extra nudge to actually take the step when the time comes.

Is short-term mission still a thing?

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I’ve just made it back from leading a short-term mission trip in Fiji. I know, it’s hard to believe me when I say we were flat-out the whole time with mission and ministry, but we really were! Which raises the question: is short-term mission valid? Does it actually accomplish anything, or does it just give a bunch of us punk-kids a fun experience at the expense of the locals? Is it just a way of ‘christianizing’ an exotic holiday?

I’ve wrestled with these questions for a good number of years. I’ve seen teams doing a lot of good, but I’ve also watched teams make mistakes – sometimes huge mistakes that almost got other teams banned from visiting some places. So, as I was a leader on this team to Fiji, I was wondering whether or not we should even be there.

 

Halfway through the trip we were set to run a sports afternoon at a school. When I showed up with the first van load we were tipped off that we’d also be running an assembly for the whole school. The girls were pretty phased, but I knew they had it – and within 10 minutes we had the whole thing planned out… including nominating someone from the next van to share a testimony. When that van showed up we had a total of about 30 seconds to update the rest of the team about the plan – including letting Rach know she would be sharing her testimony in a manner of minutes. Thankfully Rach sits at the far end of the ‘easy-going spectrum’ so she was keen for anything.

The assembly was a hit. Loads of laughter, sharing, singing. And Rach’s testimony seemed to hit home. She shared openly about some of the struggles she has been through, and despite being from a totally different culture and from very different backgrounds, my impression was that this was precisely the message they needed to hear.

Before we transitioned into sports I quickly announced that Rach would be around in case anyone related to her story and wanted to chat. And then, with all the commotion that comes from a group of Kiwis playing netball against a group of (very good!) Fijian youth, I forgot all about it – that is until I was about the jump in the van to leave. I did a check to see where all our people were, and as I looked over the court-yard I saw her chatting with three girls. It was that moment that convinced me there is still a place for short-term mission. An outsider had come in and, perhaps precisely because she was an outsider, was able to share a message that spoke to where these girls were at. Had anyone else tried addressing the difficult issues Rach raised, I’m not sure the message would have made it through.

 

I’ve become a little sceptical of short-term teams, but this trip restored my belief in them. There are ways of doing short-term mission in a sustainable, generous, gracious way.

In Romans 1:11-12 Paul wrote how he was excited to visit the Roman church (a short-term visit perhaps…) so that he could bless them… but also so they could be a blessing to him. And that’s what mission is all about – a mutual blessing, a give-and-take relationship, an interdependence between the ‘mission-er’ and the ‘mission-re.’ It’s often argued that “so long as the team learns something, it’s ok that it produces no fruit” – never mind any offence done to the hosts, the undermining of long-term work, the negative attitudes they may bring (check out these four points from Jamie the Very Worst Missionary). But short term teams really can be like Paul’s experience – they really can benefit the people while also benefitting the team.

 

 

THE MUSE

What do you think? Should short-term mission teams still be a thing? What is your experience of being on a team? Of hosting a team?

 

THE MOVE

Is there a group in your youth group or school that would benefit from a short-term mission encounter? Why not get a discussion started – plus we’re here to help get you and your group out there!

 

Home again, gone again

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When we left St John’s University in Tanzania in August we were grateful for our 60 kg luggage allowance! The end of year exams had been delayed by three days  because it was impossible to see the new moon (which defines the end of Ramadan), and Cliff’s forty two students sat his exam only hours before our departure. We sat in airport lounges and transit hotels marking scripts and wondering if God intended for us to return.

We both felt a lot had been achieved but there was still much to be done. A trust had been set up to seek and manage funding to improve living conditions on the campus for students, including a boundary fence, but that was just the first step – now we have to find some donors! Policies had been approved to encourage Christian conduct among the staff  but these had yet to be implemented. And Staff had been encouraged to seek research funding but they would require considerable support. Both students and staff had encouraged us to return and, with the appointment of a new Vice Chancellor (following the sad death of Professor Mwaluko last year), we were excited about the possibilities.

We traveled home via the UK and had the opportunity to chat to family and friends, often while steering a canal barge! We were also able to renew contacts with the UK Friends of St John’s and the Association of Commonwealth Universities. Both these organisations provide important support to St John’s and these brief meetings resulted in significant developments. We give thanks to God for the opportune timing of these meetings.

We returned to NZ on October 2 still uncertain about if or when we might return. Our support to travel and remain in Tanzania comes from our ability to rent our home, and we wanted confirmation that our vision and contribution were in accordance with the leading of the new Vice Chancellor.

I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised but it still amazes me how fast things fall into place when God is in control. Within ten days of our arrival we received a very warm and positive response from the Vice Chancellor, our existing tenants told us they were keen to remain in our home, and the travel agent has confirmed available flights which will enable us to travel and return to spend Christmas with our family.  So after a very brief stay in NZ  we are preparing to make our way back for the new semester.

We would value your prayers for our travel and the opportunities that await us, for the Vice Chancellor as he takes up the leadership of the University and for the financial management and support of St John’s as it seeks to develop Christian leadership in Tanzania.

Fiji, Faith and Justin Bieber

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I’ve made it back from Fiji! It’s been a whirlwind little tour.

It started off with visting our three Haerenga Interns for a debrief. It was fantastic to see them in the village context that had been their home for over a month and I was amazed to hear Warena conversing in the local language – I’ve been trying to learn Norwegian for about 7 years, yet he’s already about as far along with his Fijian! We then hopped on a bus across the Island to meet the team of students from Middleton Grange School, spending the next couple of weeks traveling with them.

I’ve not been part of a short-term team for a good number of years and I wasn’t quite sure how things would turn out. As should be expected when you throw a bunch of young adults (with only a couple of months before they graduate I don’t think they can be called kids anymore!) into a foreign context, the first few days were a little rocky. But we quickly found our feet as a team.

Most of the team dove on in head first – preaching for the first time, sharing testimonies for the first time, singing in front of groups for the first time, offering personal prayer for the first time. Some were a little more hesitant, but over the trip they also warmed up and started stepping out more and more. I can honestly say that every one of this group grew in their faith considerably over this short span on time.

 

To give you some insight into the sorts of things we got up to, we spent two days visiting a school in Sigatoka. On the first day we split our team into three groups, each group taking four Religious Education classes over the course of the day – quite the ‘deep-end experience’ for students who have never taught a class in their lives! My team was the cream of the crop (sorry other teams – but I really do love my little team)!

Our first class was a great hit – it turns out  white folk dancing terribly at the front of the class is quite the amusing sight. Plus I came up with a neat trick to get the energy levels high from the start. Throughout the day you could hear the constant commotion coming from the other classrooms where our teams were sharing. In a quiet voice I commented about how every class was listening  to the noise coming from all the other classes, wondering if they were missing out on the best show. So, to make all the other classes wonder what on earth was going on – and to make them wish they were in our class – we were all going to start laughing. Quietly at first, then building into a fury of hilarity. We’d take it down for a moment, then quickly build to an overwhelming roar of laughter. And when the other classes asked what had gone on, we’d all just say “you had to be there” and leave it at that.

Needless to say, we made all the other classes very curious!

 

It wasn’t all fun and games. The students took the opportunity to share their faith. One of my team shared her testimony openly with the classes and I’m certain it struck home for many. She’d also share a song or two with the class that related to what she had to say. It therefore seemed fair that, in a Year 11 class, one of the students share a song with us. After a lot of giggling one of the girls was nominated and came up the front. I was expecting a Fijian song so was surprised to understand the words she was singing. It wasn’t until we reached the chorus that I realized I knew the song – “Baby” by Justin Bieber. Needless to say, this was my favorite rendition of the song – thanks to the drumming on desks, the 30 person backing chorus, the Fijian swag added to an originally underwhelming song, along with the fact that me and the team couldn’t stop laughing at the whole situation.

So there you have it: Faith, Fiji and Justin Bieber collided in the most unexpected way!

Iri in Ethiopia

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The Faith2Share Leadership Consultation in Addis Ababa was a blessing in many ways.

Being the only Maori New Zealander that many of the people had ever seen, Iri got to tell them about NZCMS and the work the Lord is doing in our beautiful land. He spoke to Christian leaders from fifteen nations about the origins of NZCMS and the spreading of the gospel in New Zealand.

Chief topics at the conference were leadership, the responsibility to train local people to replace overseas workers, discipleship, and interactions with other cultures that have successful outcomes. A key theme was that we all serve the one God wherever we are and whatever our culture or background may be.

Besides meeting many international leaders, Iri had the opportunity to renew friendships with those we knew when we served in Gambella, Ethiopia. He met up with Bishop Grant and his wife, Doctor Wendy, who now work in Gambella – they looked quite worn out. Please pray for them as there are now more than 200 000 Southern Sudanese in the region – many expect the churches to look after this growing group.

People in the photo: Mark Oxbrow from the UK Faith2Share team, Co-ordinator and Bishop Joseph Mutungi with whom Iri lead the Sunday morning worship.

When Worship and Mission Collide

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By Malcolm Gordon.

Note: this post was written for NZCMS earlier this year.

Yesterday we brought our second child home from the maternity annexe. Our brand new daughter, Lucy, had arrived in a great hurry after making us wait nine days past the due date. My wife and I have been enjoying life with our new, enlarged family. The sleepless nights are yet to wear us down, and the stream of visitors is still very welcome.

Lucy is a lovely wee thing. Of course she doesn’t yet understand about the virtues of sleeping through the night, or doing her business in the toilet (or even completely in her nappy) but I trust we’ll get there. She is, at this moment, learning the rhythm of a new world. There are smells, and sensations that are enlarging her perception and imaginings by the minute. It must be rather bewildering.

So it is with worship. In worship we learn the rhythm of a new world. In worship we remember and rehearse the story of God’s embrace of a broken world, so that in mission we might catch the beat of what God is doing in our neighbourhood and in our families and get in on it. Worship and mission: the two belong together. Worship is where we begin to be formed in who Jesus is and how he loves, and mission is where that formation is grounded in the stuff of our everyday lives. The gospel is not just true in a cosmic, eternal sense. It is true in a local and particular sense as well. When worship enables us to dwell in the story and rhythm of God’s world and God’s ways, it readies us to see and hear how God is working and whispering in our place and helps us respond to the holy invitation to participate.

So worship, like mission, begins with us, but must also draw us beyond ourselves. We are loved, we are saved, we are the sheep the Shepherd left the flock to come after. But that is not the whole story. Worship mustn’t be satisfied with simply thanking God for the blessings in our lives. It must also ask the question, ‘What about them? What about my mum, what about my mate, what about that lady on the bus?’ The rhythm of worship – of thanking and confessing, of listening and responding, of interceding and being sent out – is the perfect nursery for enlarging our world, where we can gradually learn to listen, love and live as God does.

In the meantime, like Lucy, we’ll make a racket and mess and learn as well go. And like Lucy, all the while we will be sustained by a love that is be beyond our comprehension and will take more than a lifetime to grasp.

 

THE MUSE

What does worship mean to you? What do you see is the relationship between worship and mission?

THE MOVE

Find time this week to get away from the business of life and worship God in the midst of it all – and no, Sunday morning’s church service doesn’t count.

 

Malcolm Gordon is the Worship, Music and Arts Enabler for the Presbyterian Church of New Zealand.

For more from Malcolm visit onevoice.org.nz