Standing in the place of Privilege

This idea began with the most basic and necessary of human needs, the loo! And why not! It is often when we are at our most vulnerable, backs against the wall, cornered like a rat that we are able as part of our in-built human instinct to react, call it fight or flight if you like, but I would like to think that this is a place from which we can begin to be creative. I’m not of course talking now of needing the loo, there is only one way to react to that – being British – and at Greenbelt – queue!
‘Standing in the place of privilege’ is more about seeing where we are from a different perspective, we may often not feel privileged, yet to the majority of the world our whole existence is a privilege. We can get depressed at this, or we can use our privilege for something creative.

a radical heart

Rumi said, in the midst of conflict:

“I go into the Muslim mosque, and the Jewish synagogue and the Christian church and I see one altar.”

How open, or how big must one’s heart be to allow such a thought?  Can such a radical notion of generosity of heart ever take root today?  Perhaps not until we give up utterly what it is that we desire most will we come closer to that which is for the most part lost to us and beyond our reach for there is too much in the way.

Such is the heart of St. Dwynwen who gave up everything for the sake of others love.

The Presents got there!!

Remember the 6th of December? St. Nicolas Day.  Rev’d Professor Nicholas Sagovsky  and St Nicolas went to Yarls Wood with presents, but were not allowed to take them in? Well, if you read this account partly from children who were in Yarls wood at the time, you find that they arrived!

“Some presents came. [An Anglican priest dressed as Santa took them to the centre as a protest against children being locked up in immigration centres.] There was a big sack. They said you have to show your ID card and you get one present and one coin. It’s a funny Santa if you have to show an ID card.”

Not much consolation for the deplorable situation.   Perhaps a glimmer of hope and compassion?  Being hopeful in these times, is I think, underrated!