Monday, 20 October 2014

I'm fed up with politics


For as long as I can remember I’ve been interested in politics. Politics was always talked about at home by my parents. The news was always on. And the “A” level I excelled in (the others were ok but that was all) was “British Constitution” or Politics as it would be called today.

But now I’m fed up with politics. I’m fed up with the broken promises. I’m fed up with the lies. I’m fed up with the spin. But most of all I’m fed up with the way I’m not represented.

During the 2010 General Election I was living in the Swindon North parliamentary constituency. It had been a Labour seat for a number of years but in 2010 a Conservative – Justin Tomlinson - was elected. I wasn’t surprised. Having attended a hustings meeting organised by local churches, the Labour candidate came across as a robot parachuted in by Labour head office whereas Mr Tomlinson was a local man and spoke with passion.

Although our politics are different, I’ve thought of Justin Tomlinson as a good MP. And this blog isn’t about him. It is about the system.

The Electoral Commission web site shows the results from Swindon North as follows:

• Majority: 7,060
• Electorate: 78,384
• Total number of votes cast: 51,008
• Adjusted turnout: 64.16
• Number of postal votes cast: 9,065
• Number of proxy votes cast: 357
• Number of rejected votes: 170

In other words Justin Tomlinson had 7,060 votes more than the next candidate Labour’s V. Agarwal. So far so good. And if it had been a straight choice between them fair enough. But it wasn’t just between them. There were 4 other candidates. This meant that in terms of all the votes cast Justin Tomlinson was elected with 44.6% of the votes cast. Or in other words 55.4% of people who voted did not vote for him.

We’ve now moved to Chippenham and the story is similar here. The Liberal Democrat MP Duncan Hames was elected with a majority over the Conservative candidate of 2,470. Mr Hames attracted 45.8% of the vote. Or 54.2% of people didn’t vote for him.
I could go on with other examples. But there are many constituencies in this country where people did not vote for their particular MP and where more to the point most people voted for someone else.

I should add that there will be places where a Labour MP has been elected and most people voted for someone else. And there are some places where MPs do have a true majority of the votes cast (For example Geoffrey Clifton – Brown in the Cotswolds has 53% of the votes cast.) But overall it seems to me most people who vote don’t get a voice as their MP is for another party.

Our system is designed for a two party choice. You vote for one or the other. And in a straight choice there is nothing wrong with First Past the Post. In the Scottish Referendum there was a choice between “Yes” and “No” - simples. But when confronted with a ballot paper containing Conservative, Labour, LibDem, Green, UKIP, Monster Raving Looney Party etc. etc. etc. First Past the Post doesn’t work.

Most other countries now have some form of proportional representation. Why can’t we?

Going back to Swindon North for a moment. Only 64% of those entitled to vote did so. Mind you in Birmingham Ladywood only 48.66% of voters voted.

Perhaps low turnout is down to dissatisfaction with the process and maybe PR would help? Though equally the "can’t be bothereds” may come into play. I’d like to see voting as compulsory as it is in Australia.

Personally, I will always vote – though I am coming close nowadays to not bothering. (The closest I came to not voting was for the Police & Crime Commissioner election in 2012. I did vote but spoiled my ballot paper as I was so annoyed at the waste of money and the politicisation of policing.)

In the light of the Scottish Referendum it has been a long time since democracy has been talked about so openly. I hope politicians (of all parties) now take the opportunity to try and fix a broken system. As it stands if our Parliament is the “Mother of Parliaments” the kids must be pleased to have left home by now.

Data from the Electoral Commission web site http://www.electoralcommission.org.uk/

Monday, 22 September 2014

In God's eyes, equality is not always justice

This is an abridged version of a sermon preached on 22nd September 2014 at Central Methodist Church on Matthew 20: 1 – 16 – the parable of the Labourers in the vineyard

You may be familiar with the story of the Israelites in the wilderness. But in case you were away that day, here’s a summary. The Israelites had been enslaved in Egypt. They have been released from their slavery and are now being led to the Promised Land – Israel – by Moses. The Bible tells us that they spent 40 years wandering around the wilderness before arriving at the Promised Land which suggests they needed a new Sat Nav or at the very least a better map! Given their endless meanderings, it’s very understandable that

2 In the desert the whole community grumbled against Moses and Aaron. 3 The Israelites said to them, “If only we had died by the LORD’s hand in Egypt! There we sat around pots of meat and ate all the food we wanted, but you have brought us out into this desert to starve this entire assembly to death.” Exodis 16: 2 - 3

Thankfully the Lord heard their grumbling and

4 Then the LORD said to Moses, “I will rain down bread from heaven for you. The people are to go out each day and gather enough for that day.

We may find this fanciful. But this story is a valuable insight into the parable of the Labourers in the Vineyard, which in itself is a valuable insight in to what God’s Kingdom is like.

Out in the wilderness, God is creating a new people. His new people will be different from the people who had been enslaved in Egypt and who had witnessed what it was like to live in Egypt. God’s people in Egypt had been used to the ways of domination and submission, rich and poor, powerful and powerless. In the wilderness God is showing and creating a new way. God is showing them that his way is different. And he wants his people to live by this new way in the Promised Land.

The manna they all receive is nothing fancy or luxurious. Manna provided basic sustenance. Manna was good old “daily bread”. But all had it and all had enough of it. With manna everyone had plenty but no one had too much.

17 The Israelites did as they were told; some gathered much, some little. 18 And when they measured it by the omer, the one who gathered much did not have too much, and the one who gathered little did not have too little. Everyone had gathered just as much as they needed. Exodus 16: 17 - 18

The manna, this gift from God, cannot be hoarded. In fact when the people try to do what people always try to do – gather more than they need either to hoard for later or, who knows to sell on to someone - they found it had gone bad and was full of maggots.

God was showing his people that in his world, everyone has plenty but not too much. The leaders and the servants receive the same. The people who work all day and the people who have nothing to do, receive the same amount. The able and the disabled receive the same. The old and the young receive the same. The black and the white receive the same. The Scots and the English receive the same.

In God’s kingdom all receive plenty, but not too much. In God’s world there is equality and justice. And what God provides is a gift.

The story of the manna in the wilderness is the embodiment of what we pray in the Lord’s Prayer:

“Give us this day our daily bread”

Just as God was creating a new people in the wilderness, Jesus in his parable is showing that Jesus’ people are new people too, and Jesus’ kingdom has values that aren’t the values of the world but are the values of God.

Jesus relates the parable to the disciples as they struggle to understand the meaning of God’s Kingdom. As they struggle to relate how God’s reign will work within the framework of the world. In other words the disciples try to understand how God’s reign will apply in a world that sees rich and poor, superior and inferior.

The parable of the workers in the Vineyard builds on the passage in Matthew 19 where a man comes to Jesus and asks what he must do in order to gain eternal life. Jesus reminds the young man he needs to keep the commandments but that also

21 Jesus answered, “If you want to be perfect, go, sell your possessions and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me.” Matthew 19:21

And

22 When the young man heard this, he went away sad, because he had great wealth. Matthew 19:22

Later in the same passage the disciples’ reaction is recorded. They are clearly shocked by what Jesus has said and no doubt feel uncomfortable that any wealth they might accumulate will be a stumbling block. The disciples were mostly poor people. Like many poor people then and now no doubt they felt that a way out of their situation was to become rich. But Jesus challenges that assumption.

So coming back to the parable of the Labourers in the vineyard. Jesus is challenging the old assumptions about wealth and power and privilege in order to create the possibility of something new. Jesus is even challenging what we might think of fairness. And through this strange story, Jesus gives a glimpse of what the new order of God will be like and reminds us what the old order, the values of the world, are like.

In the parable Jesus presents us with a vision of the newness of God’s Kingdom. As Warren Carter in his book “Matthew and the margins” puts it, Jesus offers a vision of the “alternative household of God’s empire”. In God’s household, as in the wilderness, everyone receives the necessary daily bread as much as they need. And that I think is key point - each person receives what they need. This isn’t always going to be the same as everyone else. Some may have more some may have less but it is according to their needs.

A very helpful book to help interpret the Gospels is one by Kenneth E. Bailey called “Jesus through Middle Eastern eyes”. In the book Mr Bailey gives us information about the culture in the Middle East at the time of Jesus and, in some instances now, and this is a big held in understanding some of the stories.

For example, for this parable, Bailey explains how this practice of workers gathering in the market place was common at the time of Jesus and happens today too. An employer comes wanting a certain number of people for the day and he picks how many he needs. Often those left might not be the fittest, they might be too old or too young. It is not a fair system. And the wages no doubt aren’t fair either. The basic rule of economics – supply and demand – dictates that if there are more workers than work, their wages will be lower.

The point Jesus is making then is that in God’s Kingdom, justice demands that each are treated and valued according to their needs and who they are. This may seem unfair and unequal to us, but God’s justice demands this is how it should be. In the parable, those who are left over in the market place are likely to be the ones who are sick, disabled or elderly for example. Their needs are greater than those who are healthy.

I think these pictures serve to illustrate what Jesus is saying.
The difference between Equality and Justice. In other words, what we may consider to be fair is not necessarily the values of the Kingdom. We may think fairness says that the workers in the Kingdom are paid an hourly rate for how long they work. But Jesus says those values don’t apply in the Kingdom. There justice applies.

The parable serves as a reminder that the values of this world – winner and loser, superior and inferior, insider and outsider, honoured and shamed – these values do not apply to the kingdom of God. Moreover, the parable reminds us that in the Kingdom of God the “Me” culture doesn’t exist. That’s why Jesus taught us to pray to “Our father” and to say “Give us this day our daily bread”

This parable is a real challenge to the world we live in and it’s a challenge to each of us, because it goes contrary to everything the world holds to be true and good – power, wealth and status. But God’s Kingdom built on his grace goes contrary to the world.

Sunday, 14 September 2014

Knowing your ABC


I recently attended a prayer breakfast organised by Churches together in Swindon at which the Archbishop of Canterbury was the guest speaker. (The Archbishop was on a visit to the Diocese of Bristol for the weekend and this was part of his very full schedule.)

Firstly, what impressed me was Mr Welby’s ability to relate to people. There were over 50 clergy from all denominations present and he managed to talk to everyone beforehand I think. He certainly came and chatted to a Methodist colleague and me – about Street Pastors and the African Praise shirt I was wearing! ABC had gone out the night before with a Street Pastors patrol in Kingswood Bristol and had enjoyed the experience.

Our collective act of worship started with a reading from 1 Corinthians 3 and the Chair of Swindon Churches Together – Methodist Superintendent Rev Mark Barrett – referred to John Wesley’s sermon “The Catholic Spirit”. A sermon in which Wesley spoke of recognising that Christians have differences over worship, over how Baptism is conducted, over how communion is celebrated etc etc. But the key is if we all love God if we all believe that Jesus is our saviour then we are one. “Give me your hand my friend”

ABC Welby then spoke. And the thrust of his talk was how over the last few years we have seen the idols people have relied on and worshipped for so long – money and wealth – collapsing due to the banking crisis of 2007 / 2008. Many people have realised that what they worshipped for so long has collapsed and they have been hurt. However, there are still those who put their faith in this idol. He mentioned how in a conversation with a city banker he was told “We have changed Archbishop. We have greatly reduced our salaries. There are few now earning salaries of more than £4m a year”!!!

Churches have responded to the crisis in this country through the growth of Foodbanks. And what impressed him was the way Foodbanks for example have grown without the need for great committees or formal agreements between denominations. Christians in one place have recognised the need and got on and done the work of the Kingdom.

He used an image I found powerful. He reminded us how in the Book of Exodus the Israelites had fled Egypt having seen the gods and idols of Egypt destroyed. But as the Israelites fled they were pursued by Pharaoh’s armies. The Israelites reached the Red Sea. They were trapped. Moses raised his arm and the sea parted and the Israelites crossed over in safety.

The point ABC made was that this was an act of faith. There was no great discussion about the rights and wrongs of going forward in faith. These believers just went forward. We too in this age need to have that courage and faith. To show the true way to live.

When I was growing up, my grandmother had a friend called Hilda Adams. Mrs Adams was quite a character and I always liked when she came to visit. One on occasion she gave me a print of Kipling’s poem “If”. She said to me (I was maybe 7 at the time) “You won’t understand this poem now. But one day you will realise its importance.”

She was right. And yesterday having (briefly) met ABC Welby and heard him speak, Hilda Adams came back to mind as did “If” especially these words:

“If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,”

They sum ABC Welby neatly.

God bless you ABC Welby. Thank you for your leadership and for your inspirati

Thursday, 11 September 2014

Heart v Head Yes v No



It was an interesting two weeks to be in Scotland on holiday and it’s got even more interesting since we’ve come home.
During our time in Scotland (on Islay and in Oban) we had several conversations about the #IndyRef. The first one was with two couples who we met in a coffee shop on Islay. They were retired and probably in their 60s. They had heard us chatting and realised of course that we were from “Down South” and I was wearing a University of Gloucestershire hoody. They struck up a conversation with us and soon made clear they were firmly in the “No” camp. They just could not understand why Scotland would leave the union. They spoke eloquently and passionately.

A few days later we visited the beautiful fishing village of Portnahaven. The village church was open and they were offering tea and cake (sold to help the window fund.) We called in and two lovely ladies severed us. We got chatting and I made some quip about only having English money. And one of the ladies then turned serious and, almost in tears, said she was hoping and praying for a “No” vote. As we left (having established that I was a Methodist minister) she said to me “You will pray for us won’t you?”

The next day we called into the island’s Gaelic centre. (Anne wanted to make some enquiries about a possible Scottish link in her family tree.) Two of the ladies at reception chatted to us and as they looked into Anne’s query, the BBC’s Gavin Esler passed by. (He had come in to record an interview with “Yes” and “No” representatives from the island.) I then asked one of the ladies (probably in her 70s) what her voting intentions were. Her face lit up and she said “I’ll be voting ‘Yes’. The time has come!” We talked some more and she made it clear that her decisions were based as much on emotion as anything else.

On our final day we were in the café of the Kilchoman Distillery. As we drove in to the complex there was a prominent “Better together” banner. The aforementioned Gavin Esler was wandering around and he’d come to interview the owner of the distillery. The owner came into the café and one of the waitresses asked him how the interview went. “I expect you said you’d be voting ‘No’ as usual” she joked.

We then became party to a really interesting debate. Two of the waitresses were adamantly “Yes” but one was wavering. The owner asked her had she decided. “I think I’ll vote ‘Yes’ I may as well give it a go”

The owner got very animated. “It’s not just a case of ‘giving it a go’! Once Scotland goes that’s it. No way back.”

“Oh well if goes wrong I’ll just go to England”
she said in all seriousness.

A few days later we were in Oban. As we drove along the Esplanade the lampposts were festooned with “Yes” posters. The next morning these had been joined by “No” posters. On the third morning the “No” posters had been torn down.

Most people we were introduced to at church on Sunday morning were “No” but this seemed to be against the feeling in the town.
Back home it strikes me that this huge decision for Scotland and the rest of the UK is Heart versus Head. The heart the passion is near the surface for most people. But the “Yes” people seemed to be more passionate with a lot of resentment at “that lot in Westminster”

I can understand the “heart” a bit. Being Welsh there is always part of me that feels angry toward “the establishment”.

Similarly many of the resentments the pro Yes Scots have I share e.g. privatisation of the NHS, not wanting Trident nuclear weapons, cuts to public services. And these things clearly drive the Scots who are pro-independence. And yet the head part of me kicks in and realises the consequences.

We lose the checks and balances Scotland brings .

Come the 19th September we’ll know.


Thursday, 7 August 2014

Ernie's story

I conducted a funeral earlier today of a lady who was born in a small Cotswold town and then moved in her late teens to a small Wiltshire village along with her 4 sisters and her brother. She moved no further than 5 miles from the Wiltshire village and is now buried alongside her husband who came from the village.

After the service I struck up a conversation with her brother, a local preacher. He must be close to 90 but had a wonderful memory and he shared with me stories of his (and his family’s) early life in the Wiltshire village. Including a time after the Second World War (in which he served) when he worked as a deliveryman for the village baker. The baker refused to use a motor van and even in the 1950s all deliveries from the bakery were via a horse drawn cart. The brother (I’ll call him Ernie) remembered a time when he was delivering on Christmas Eve to other villages in the area and finished his final delivery at 1 minute to Midnight.

Ernie then told me about how he had served in the Second World War. He’d been with the Royal Army Medical Corps and was in France from late in 1939. He had been stationed on the outskirts of Paris (“I could see the Eiffel Tower in the distance. And I said to my mate ‘Next leave we’ll go and see that.’ We never got there.”) He left France via Cherbourg in June 1940.

In due course he was stationed out to North Africa. There he developed hepatitis and was hospitalised. Once he was better he was put on a hospital ship and sent to Malta as a medical orderly in a hospital.

“There were only 4 of us going to the hospital. And a lorry came to collect us from the port. As we drove up through the Maltese countryside I saw a woman shepherding sheep. It was a very moving sight and I found myself reciting Psalm 23 ‘The Lord’s my shepherd’. I’ve never forgotten than.”

On returning to Britain he returned home to the village.

“I remember getting off at the little station in the next village. I knew the station master and he told me to leave my kit bag at the station. He’d arrange for it to be delivered to my home later.

As I walked up the hill to my village, I met a man who I didn’t know out walking his Collie dog. The man stopped and wished me good evening and the Colley came and fussed round me. And I found myself in tears. I’d not been home for 5 years. I carried on walking up the lane and a wood pigeon, a blackbird and a thrush started to sing. David, it was like evening vesper. And I said a prayer of thanks.”


I usually blog about things that have happened to me or things on my mind. But these were such gentle words from a gentleman I felt I had to share them.

Monday, 28 July 2014

Fleeing from a holy land


There are some books that stay with me and every so often I re-read them. Ian Rankin’s Inspector Rebus detective novels. (I have them all by the way.) Kenneth Graeme’s “Wind in the willows”. And William Dalrymple’s “From the holy mountain”

I first read “From the holy mountain” around 15 years ago. I bought it in one of the 3 for 2 offers bookshops have during the summer holidays encouraging people to buy books to take away with them. (I clearly though I would have plenty of time on my hands that particular holiday as I vaguely recall that I also bought Pat Barker’s “Birdsong”.)

“From the holy mountain” recounts William Dalrymple’s journey through the Middle East following the footsteps of a 6th century monk John Moschos who travelled through the Eastern Byzantium world, culminating at Constantinople, where Moschos wrote his book Pratum Spirituale or The Spiritual Meadow.

Dalrymple's journey in the footsteps of Moschos starts at Mount Athos, Greece, proceeds to Istanbul, and thence to Eastern Turkey. Here he crosses the border and enters Syria. The next stop is Lebanon which is just at the end of its civil war, after which he crosses into Israel, the West Bank and concludes his trip in Egypt at the monastery of Deir ul-Muharraq which had just been attacked by the Gemaat al-Islamiyya.

Along the way, Dalrymple encounters several communities where Christians and Muslims worship in the same places. And Dalrymple comments how in Syria (then being ruled by President Assad senior) the regime actively protected Christians (perhaps because the Christians were willing to support President Assad in return.) Dalrymple was aware that tensions were high in places. But nevertheless Christians and Muslims coexisted failry peaceably for the most part.

It was in Israel that Dalrymple felt that Christians were most under threat. I can’t put my hand on the book at present, (the joys of moving – though I know the book is in the house somewhere) but he mentioned how many Palestinian Christians were fleeing Israel as they felt they were being pushed out by the influx of Jewish settlers coming to Israel from elsewhere in the world – notably the USA. He commented (and this is from memory) that if the numbers continued to leave at the same rate, by the middle of 21st century, there would be virtually no Christians in Israel.

When I started the process of candidating for the ministry around 2003, we had to review a book and discuss the contents at interview. One of the suggested books was “From a holy mountain”. Even then, the Middle East was a different place from the when Dalrymple conducted his journey. The invasion of Iraq by Britain and the USA had seen to that.

10 years on things are different again. In Iraq ancient Christian communities such as those in Mosul are under threat.

Apparently they are being told by a hard line Muslim group called ISIS that they must either convert to Islam or pay a large fine or “face the sword.” ISIS are marking Christian houses with this symbol.

The Arabic equivalent of “N” and it stands for Nazrani i.e. Christian. Unlike the Passover in the time of Moses, when Jewish people marked their houses so that the Angel of Death would “pass over” this symbol could mean the Angel of Death pays a visit.

In The Independent newspaper today (28th July 2014) Robert Fisk has written an excellent article analysing the situation. The article notes how Muslims and Christians have coexisted throughout the Middle East for centuries, on the whole fairly peacefully. But, as I noted earlier, there is now a major change happening with the Islamic extremists in Iraq chiefly (but also in Syria) seeking to impose strict Islamic rule – a caliphate – across many of those countries. This will mean that Christians will be persecuted but also there is a threat to moderate Muslims too.

Fisk quotes the Lebanese Catholic Maronite Patriarch, Bechara Rai asking “What are the moderate Muslims saying? We do not hear the voices of those who denounce this” A very fair point.

Fisk notes that Koran demands respect for minorities.

Meanwhile, in a separate report, in the same newspaper on the same day, Muslim Palestinians, who have been seening their homes destroyed by the current Israeli action to combat Hammas rocket attacks, have taken refuge in the church of St Porphyros in Zaytun.

I find it very concerning that the media is so silent on the fate of Christians in Iraq. But equaly I find it very concerning how Israelis are attacking Muslim (and Christian) Palestinians. That said Hammas should know better than to poke a stick in to the cage of the Lion of Israel.

You have to wonder what on earth George W Bush and Tony Blair thought they were doing going into Iraq as these two Christian men should now be hanging their heads in shame at what is happening to Christian and Muslim minorities in Iraq and Syria. And whilst recognising that Israel should not be subject to terror attacks from Hammas,why does the USA (on the face of it, a far more Christian country say than the UK) support Israel in the killing of Christians and Muslims in Gaza?

The wonderful singer song writer Beth Nielsen Chapman wrote a song on her 2007 album Prism, called “My religion”. It contains these words:

My religion
I am a Hindu-Buddhist-Jew-Islamic-Christian
Combining one soul, one vision~
Living peacefully where music is the only divinity
And sharing your art, the sacred creed~
My confession of faith is to struggle, go out of my way~
And find love to the end of my days


She has a point. Trouble is I can’t imagine she is listened to very much on Caliphate FM.


Saturday, 12 July 2014

The power of prayer


On 30th June Pastor Christian Fuhrer died in in Leipzig aged 71. The name will mean nothing to many - it didn't to me if I’m honest . And yet Christian Fuhrer was a one of the great Christian leaders of the late 20th century. But until I stumbled cross his obituary in The Independent newspaper last week, I wasn’t aware of him – though I was well aware of his actions.

Mr Fuhrer was born during the Second World War in Nazi Germany. With the ending of the war he found himself in East Germany living under Communist rule.

He worked initially in a car factory and at other times had jobs as a telegram delivery boy and as a waiter on a train. But all the while he was being called to ministry and from 1968 to 1980 he was a pastor of several different churches. In 1980 he became pastor of the Church of St Nicholas in Leipzig.

It was at this church he started Monday evening prayers for peace. Gradually over several years these became the focal point for East Germans protesting against the regime led by Erich Honecker.

On Monday 9th October 1989 about 70,000 people took to the streets – in peace at Pastor Fuhrer’s urging – to protest, after 500 Honecker loyalists had occupied the seats of the church during the prayer session. Clutching candles and flowers the people peacefully protested. There were few arrests and no bloodshed. One police officer said afterwards “We were ready for anything except candles and prayer”

“What I saw that evening still gives me the shivers today,” Führer said in an interview in 2009. “And if anything deserves the word 'miracle’ at all, then this was a miracle of Biblical proportions. We succeeded in bringing about a revolution which achieved Germany’s unity... It was a peaceful revolution after so much violence and so many wars that we, the Germans, so often started. I will never forget that day.” (Quoted in his obituary in the Daily Telegraph 1st July 2014)

The following week 120,000 people turned up for the vigil. The week after that 320,000. On 9th November the Berlin Wall came down.

I am one of those Christians who really struggles with prayer. I know I should pray more than I do. I find it difficult to find the right words. I lead prayers week in week out for peace in the world and look at the state the world is in. I look at the divisions in this country and know I’ve prayed about that and things continue the same way. And I wonder what is the point?

But then I read Christian Fuhrer’s story and I have to think again. For this story shows me the power of prayer. Yes, I still wonder why if so many people are praying for transformation between Israel and Gaza say, why doesn’t God do something? But then maybe the secret lies in the story of Christian Fuhrer and the Leipzig protests. Not only were the people in his church praying for peace, they ensured peace was practiced not just preached as it were. (Surely though there must have been something miraculous in a protest of 70,000 not turning violent?)

"We experienced it together," he said of his role in toppling the old regime. "Thousands in the churches, hundreds of thousands on the street around the city centre. Not one broken shop window. The unbelievable experience of the power of non-violence." (Quoted in his obituary in The Independent 9th July 2014)

Maybe if we in our churches were more focused in our prayer things would be different? Or maybe Christians, powered by prayer, need to take to the streets on occasion?

Perhaps the obituary writers thoght it would be tactless to comment on Christian Fuhrer's surname which is of course the same word as Hitler used to describe himself. But the word translates into English as leader and, I believe, guide. Pastor Fuhrer truly was a great spiritual leader and guide. (And for people who notice these things, I know the "U" in "Fuhrer" should have an umlaut, but I don't know how to create one of these on my computer)