Time for a Revolution

On the Eastern and Southern borders of this continent, multitudes wait. Rejected, desecrated, desperate and dying. Our brothers and sisters wait.

In Spain, we see attempted quashing of a people movement that will not be silenced, that will not stand by whilst there are millions of empty homes and  people continuing to be evicted from their properties. They will not keep quiet, whilst corruption is rife in the corridors of power and the finance remains in the hands of the few.

In Greece, we have seen the humiliation of a people, maligned by the elite, because they were the first to fall. But a movement is growing that will not be stopped because they know that a different story is theirs.

In France, the stirring in the streets of hope for an altogether different future. Mainly unreported, dismissed as insignificant. But a song is rising that will be sung throughout the land.

In the UK, a defunct, discredited, dishonourable and dishonest political and economic elite, holds onto power and drives through reforms, based on a ideology so out of touch with reality, that cripple and maim whole swathes of society. The education and health systems demonstrate the starkness of biopower.

It is time for a revolution.

Revolutions do not have to be bloody or violent. In fact, if we were to have such a type of revolution across Europe right now, it would be the antithesis of what is needed. For too long, the power held at the centre has been used to dominate and control, to crush and to violate. But no more. The centre cannot hold.

But how? How in the face of such opposition? How when the powerful seem so strong? And what kind of revolution is possible if it is not violent or bloody?

We must call time on this utter corruption together. Change is possible. We can live differently. The well-being of everybody is a dream held in the heart of God. Peace can be the status quo. Love will win.

The revolution must start with us. There is a great singer-songwriter called David Benjamin Blower. He has written an amazing song called “Repentance is the Revolution”. Repentance means to utterly change the way you view the world, to see differently and live in line with your new sight. A new Europe is only possible, if we repent, if we ourselves are willing to change and be changed. We are changed when we encounter the face of God in someone utterly different to ourselves (especially the poor and marginalised) and learn to love them with all our hearts. We will learn the ways of peace and walk in them. Our weapons will be tools for building the future and our war cry will be a song.

Our processes will change our culture. We will say goodbye to top down hierarchy and find more relational ways to make decisions that matter. We will host and hold spaces that create environments for catalytic change.

Our values will shape us. The values of this movement will be that we love unconditionally and have grateful attitudes even when unfair and unpredictable things happen. We will seek first to understand and listen with kind eyes. We will act gently, walk with humility and integrity. We will leak joy. We will encourage and forgive others. We will speak truth with compassion and release healing and hope. We will do our best, remembering that failure is our friend that can teach us many lessons. We will be faithful to our promises because we are children of God, who co-creates the future with us.

 

Reimagining Politics

We so desperately need to reimagine politics. We need a new politics. We need a politics based and founded on love, respect, hope and peace. The utterly appalling behaviour in the house of commons this week demonstrates just how out of touch this system is with every day life.

If I had been Jeremy Corbyn on Monday at the dispatch box, I would have waited for the jeering to die down, and I would have said the following:

“Mr Speaker, what has just occurred in this house is nothing short of a disgrace. I don’t mind a joke or a bit of banter but I draw a line here today. In this house, we call each other “honourable friends”. The heckling that just occurred was dishonourable, it was rude, it was unkind, it was disrespectful, it was unfriendly and it was unnecessary. It is demonstrative of the reason why so many people are disengaged with our current political system. To stand here and be jeered at, by esteemed colleagues, including the Home Secretary herself is at best unacceptable. It is a pox on this house.

Here we are, trusted, elected members of this house, given the honour of debating matters of utmost importance to this nation, and we reduce it to this. I hope, Mr Speaker, that I will have an apology on my desk from my honourable friend in the morning. He asked me who I am. I ask him, who he is to treat me in that way? I hope, Mr Speaker, that we might find a better way of having these debates and I hope that the Prime Minister might get his own house in order, so that we continue in this very important discussion about our future relationship with Europe. Today, I am ashamed of this house. I have no more questions.”

And then, I would have walked out.

This has to stop. A line must be drawn in the sand. A new politics is needed.

A Letter From My 5 Year Old to David Cameron

So, my 5 year old, Sam just asked me for a piece of paper.

 

“What for, mate?” I asked him.

 

“I want to write a letter to David Cameron!”

 

So, here is his letter. (I’m pretty impressed with his handwriting!). In case you can’t read it, it’s a picture of a refugee on a long journey. He could come to our home, but David Cameron is stopping him……I asked him about DC’s big middle finger…..he told me he didn’t mean to draw it big……but I feel it kind of captures the sentiment of what is happening pretty well……

 

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