40 Million Voices

During the past few months of interning with International Justice Mission my eyes have been opened to the extent to which modern slavery pervades and threatens our world. I’ve written a little reflection on how this interacts with my faith. It’s probably not got enough structure to be called a poem, but I hope that it might be insightful all the same.

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Bends in the Road

As a Christian I firmly believe that God has a plan for this world and that he has a plan for us as individuals too. Despite the struggles that come with this I do believe great comfort and freedom can be found in letting God take the driving seat in our lives. Yet one verse…

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Your Will Be Done?

‘Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done…’ But wait, I say the words but I don’t echo them in my heart.   You see, Its easy to say ‘your will be done’ when God’s will is exactly the same as ours, But what if his will is…

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Hope in the Midst of Grief

Today the number of deaths recorded as a consequence of Covid-19 has reached 8,958 whilst the global death toll has passed 100,000. Personally, I find these numbers hard to fathom, but the truth is that behind every number is a person, a life lost, and countless left behind to grieve. To paraphrase Matt Hancock from…

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Routine in Lockdown

The past few days I have woken up with no motivation whatsoever. A week into lockdown, finding a reason to get up and get going is proving hard. I don’t do too well without structure. Ironically, the past several years have lacked structure for me, first studying an arts degree and then working on a zero-hour…

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There is a Hope

Just over a month ago, I attended the funeral of two dear friends. The service was devastatingly hard but also beautifully and wonderfully hopeful. As the church reached its capacity and crowds gathered outside it was clear that this devoted couple had touched the lives of many, many individuals. And as the same pastor who…

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Forgetting Me, Remembering Him

Diary Entry – Tuesday 8th August: We were walking by the river in Ho Chi Minh City. It was a hot and humid day, but down by the water I didn’t feel so exhausted. The morning had been hard for me. We had been walking the busy streets of District 3, stopping at intervals to…

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‘Follow Me’

Then he called the crowd to him along with his disciples and said: ‘Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me. For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for me and for the gospel will save it. What…

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‘Send Me’

In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the LORD, high and exalted, seated on a throne; and the train of his robe filled the temple. Above him were seraphim, each with six wings: with two wings they covered their faces, with two they covered their feet, and with two they were flying. And…

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Carry Me

A thousand noises, sights and smells surrounded us. The roads flowed with scooters, mopeds and motorbikes, the streets full with early risers. After the struggle of the past few months it felt amazing be here, with the team, in Vietnam, at the centre of Ho Chi Minh City. Yet there was still anxiety within me.…

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