Trade Winds

Here you will find my journeys. From retreats to pilgrimages and from missions to holidays. So let's "...throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." Mark Twain
Living in: Edinburgh, Scotland

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  • Day1

    In February 2010 I had the opportunity to work alongside various denominations working with asylum seekers and the homeless, and protesting against nuclear weapons and the arms trade.

    I loved exploring London a little also as you will see from the pictures. I found a few amazing things. One was a memorial to William Tyndale who was executed for trying to get the bible into the language of the people. His last words: "Lord open the eyes of the King of England"

    I enjoyed tea and a chat with the Menmonites one day and also went to the SPEAK (anabaptist) conference. It was a time of fellowship and activism. At the speak conference we took the beat your swords into plows literally and starting with an Iraqi who suffered under the bombs we smashed a part of a war plane (the same sort of war plane used to kill civilians in Iraq).

    It reminded me of these words, when I saw the Iraqi who had forgiven but not forgotten the terror caused by war: “Forgiveness is an act of the will, and the will can function regardless of the temperature of the heart.” —Corrie ten Boom

    My time away also involved challenging the highly unregulated war trade. It brought these words about another wicked trade to mind : “When people speak of great men, they think of men like Napoleon - men of violence. Rarely do they think of peaceful men. But contrast the reception they will receive when they return home from their battles. Napoleon will arrive in pomp and in power, a man who's achieved the very summit of earthly ambition. And yet his dreams will be haunted by the oppressions of war. William Wilberforce, however, will return to his family, lay his head on his pillow and remember: the slave trade is no more.” —Charles Fox

    Part of our protest was also against Nuclear weapons. In the words of The Methodist Church, The Baptist Union and United Reformed Church: “Our churches urge the British Government to work tirelessly to rid the world of weapons of mass destruction. Replacing Trident would send the wrong message to aspiring nuclear powers. Replacing Trident with a new system with a potential life span to 2050 flies in the face of commitments that the UK has made under the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty.”

    Though I'm not Catholic, but deeply evangelical I stayed with the Catholic Workers and helped with various works of mercy among the poor (helping the poor is certainly something we can all agree on). To find out more about this trip see my article "Judas, Peter or Jesus?" published on page 3 of the London Catholic Worker: http://londoncatholicworker.org/spring2010.pdf
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    In 2005 (not sure of date and month exactly) my adventures abroad began. It was a free business studies trip for potential young entrepreneurs. I had graduated with a degree in Social Science at the time and was starting to study Theology. It was an amazing new adventure.

    Highlights: The trip made some local news as you can see in the image below. There was a lovely model village of olde Sweden which included a tram, and a beautiful Lutheran church crafted entirely of wood (no nails). We also had lovely meals out. One of the meals was venison and cloud berries. These berries are indigenous to the Swedish mountains and can hardly be found anywhere else. We travelled into the mountains by chair lift to a mountain top restaurant to partake of this feast. We could see one of the worlds largest bridges from the mountain.

    Though I never set up a social enterprise or business as I had hoped on my return, the trip was a blessing in many ways. One blessing came as I found a beautiful church hidden within the hotel we stayed in. It seemed a place of peace and solitude. There was also a lovely Christian bookshop near by. I was constantly reminded of God's grace in my struggle to be a good witness. This was a time of youth on the edge of some bigger events in my life. And so my story continued...
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