November 2010

Blessed are the poor in spirit for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven.

I spent the past week with a living example of this verse, which was funny because I’ve been reading about the beatitudes for the past few weeks and the significance of the Kingdom of Heaven. The book, The Divine Conspiracy, makes the argument that the promises are not just promises for our future but promises for our present. We who live in Christ also live in the Kingdom of Heaven, here today, but all too often interpret these promises as something for our far off future, not something we can receive now.

I had the privilege of escorting our special guest around the UK last week as she spoke at churches and shared her story, exhorting everyone she met to never doubt God’s faithfulness and challenging them to pray for and write to our brothers and sisters in the Persecuted Church, sharing what an encouragement that kind of support had been her for and her family over the past two years. Everywhere she went, people were deeply touched. She left every single man in a Welsh Baptist congregation last Sunday weeping. A member of parliament who we had never met before spent an unprecedented two hours with us, inviting us to worship at mass with him (in a private chapel in the parliament!), giving us a lengthy tour of both houses of parliament and treating us to a drink on the terrace of the Stranger’s Bar in the parliament. A senior officer at the Foreign Office, clearly deeply moved, swore up and down he would do all in his power to raise her case and the cases of others like her – and his colleague then proceeded to give us yet another unprecedented tour around the “important bits” of the FCO. A church of 200 women laughed, cried and applauded as she shared her story. Everywhere we went, people would come up afterwards and ask if they could simply hug her.

My friend’s husband, a pastor, disappeared two years ago. Disappearance is one of the cruelest acts committed by man – families go on for years, sometimes a lifetime, in the emotional torture of not knowing. Hope itself, one of the “three things that remain”, is twisted and used to cause an unrelenting pain. I have met women who have not seen their husband or children for twenty or thirty years and exist in a kind of excruciating limbo – torn between hope that they still live, that they will be reunited and the fear that they have been truly gone all this time and are never coming back.

My friend believes her husband is alive. She holds onto that hope – but she rests in something greater. Her pain is evident. As she spoke, the tears were always at the surface; but she is also without a doubt the most joyful person I have ever met. I laughed more last week than I have laughed in a long time because her joy was infectious. She is indeed poor in spirit, the pain and uncertainty she lives on a daily basis is something few of us will ever comprehend. The paradox of this beatitude, however, is made manifest in her – hers is the kingdom of Heaven and she knows it and has claimed it – living in hope and firm in the faith that our God is a faithful God. Lest I leave the impression that her faith and hope are focused on the return of her own husband, I’ll conclude this post with her own words. “I hope that my husband is alive. I believe that he is alive and will be returned to me. But whatever happens, whatever the answer, I will go on loving my Lord, because He is Faithful. Amen!


Today is the international day of prayer for the persecuted church. This photo was taken in Vietnam and is the entry way to a church that suffers persecution. I’m a little overwhelmed by all the things I could write about so thought I’d just put this photo up and leave it at that. Prayers going up for the millions of Christians around the world, possibly around 200 million, who suffer persecution because of their faith. Thankful for the freedom in the country in which I live that allowed me to attend church almost all day today in total freedom; something I should keep in mind every day of the week, all year long, but too often forget.

“Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.”

The Bible talks a lot about widows. I’ve always skimmed over those verses, thinking they belong to a different age and that they are more symbolic of God’s command to be generous and look after those in need. This week, however, I’ve been reminded in a tragic way that the widows are still among us. Very few of those who I know are being looked after by their brothers and sisters in the Church.

Our guest speaker who is traveling around the UK this week, sharing her testimony as a representative of the Persecuted Church, received some devastating news just before her first speaking engagement on Sunday morning. Was it an attack to throw her off? Given the tortuous experience of getting her a visa, probably. But it’s also a very concrete situation to which we, as her brothers and sisters in Christ, have to respond. She learned that the financial support from her denomination which she and her three children have received since the disappearance of her husband two years ago is coming to an end. The support was very minimal but it made the critical difference in keeping them out of abject poverty and homelessness.

The denomination isn’t financially well off and there are a lot of widows, more every year – so it’s not a matter of them being uncaring or cold. The fact of the matter is that the financially impoverished churches and denominations are the ones that suffer most in Colombia. They are the ones that maintain churches and carry out mission work in the conflict zones – their congregations are filled with subsistence farmers – the pastors themselves often double up, pastoring and farming, in order to make ends meet. These are the pastors who are targeted for assassination by the different armed groups. Their wives come from the communities in which they minister – the vast majority have a primary education, some have a high school degree. The only work they know, and to which they have dedicated their lives, is as a pastor’s wife, with all that that entails.

When a pastor is killed, these women are suddenly left without a husband, without a father for their children, and without a job. They pass from being a pastor’s wife to being a pastor’s widow – and most of these communities are unable to maintain a new pastor and his family and the wife of the assassinated pastor. In many cases, the widow and children have to flee the area anyway, and flock to the cities where they join the massive internally displaced population living in misery.

There are financially rich churches in Colombia and I admit I’ve condemned them in my heart for turning their backs, out of ignorance or convenience, on the widows and orphans in their midst. The wives and children of martyrs of the faith – forgotten and ignored spiritual heroes. But it’s really not just their fault – these women and children belong to all of us. God’s not just going to hold the Colombian churches to account for the well-being of these women and children because they happen to be located inside some humanly drawn borders. The Church is bigger than that, it supersedes man-made lines, and these women and children are as much my brother and sister as they are of a Christian who happens to live in Cartagena.

Twenty to thirty pastors are assassinated each YEAR in Colombia – almost all of them leave behind families who have not only lost a husband and father, but all too often, everything else as well – their security, their home, their futures. The scale of the problem is overwhelming and the silence of the worldwide Church is devastating but I read these words this morning, written by Dr. Dallas Willard in his book, The Divine Conspiracy,

“The barren, the widow, the orphan, the eunuch, the alien, all models of human hopelessness, are fruitful and secure in God’s care. They are repeatedly invoked in Old Testament writings as testimony to the great inversion between our way and God’s way.”

This is right and good and I believe with all my heart that God will remain faithful to His martyrs and those they leave behind, but how the unfaithfulness of His Church must grieve him.

Amazing how things can turn around in a week or so – and a good reminder of how God is much bigger than the petty details and can turn them all on their head. After a lot of hard work, particularly on the part of a very persistent organisational director and an incredibly kind and helpful embassy staff member, the visa, denied last week after a two month process, was granted in a matter of days. Our guest speaker, the wife of a pastor who disappeared two years ago, got on a flight the following day, and one day later was in London. It’s her first time outside of Colombia and she’s now touring the UK, speaking at churches and other Christian groups. I knew God could do it if He wanted to; I’m very grateful He wanted to.