All Aboard.

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‘All aboard!’ The great deceiver cries

spitting his words with lust in his eyes.

As the people board he licks his lips

and from his lips a poison drips

it travels around the station ground

attaching itself to the people around.

 

‘You’re young, you’re free, you only live once!’

His words twist sharply and turn to the hunt.

Like birds caught in cages the people applaud

giving praise to the freedom

they perceive has been born.

 

For the driver keeps feeding

and the people keep eating

they laugh and they dance and they joke.

But all in all it’s a masquerade ball

with blindfolds stretched over their eyes.

 

The deceiver says; ‘There’s no need to end!

Set the drinks and the music again!

Keep dancing! Keep shouting!

Keep laughing! Keep pouting!

It makes it all the more fun.

 

And as the girl with nice clothes

wipes the powder from her nose

she actually sees control.

And as that boy in aisle four

grabs at her leg once more

she giggles and welcomes his plan.

For none do perceive that they’re being deceived

when bondage appears so free.

 

The microphone clicks.

A silence sits.

A deep a darkened mist.

‘And now ladies and gentlemen

my favourite twist.

 I’ll make you believe.

I don’t even exist.’

Out of Reach?

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This is a little spoken word piece that I wrote last year. It came at a time (back at my church in Kent) when I was becoming frustrated with the volume of church services, prayer meetings and conferences and what seemed like a lack of focus on the people outside of the building.

At the time,  it was as if church was just reinforcing the bubble that we can all already live in as Christians. I felt like we had lost what it was to be real, to be truly outward looking as a church. It made me feel quite trapped and I began to live in this great chasm that I saw between the church and the real world. I felt like we had forgotten to meet people where they were and I couldn’t see how what we were doing in church was leading people to know Christ. To be honest, it all felt a little self indulgent.

Of course I make no illusions in thinking that everything I thought was right, or even fair for that matter. I just know that there is a point here that all of us need to acknowledge. We’re called to be different but not to be isolated. In the world and not of the world, sure, but starting where people are, not where we want them to be.

So anyway, this is the piece;

Outreach Out of Reach

If I told you that we can be weird what would you say?

Would you protest insistently at me thinking that way?

That I wasn’t being loving, encouraging of edifying , but like a clashing cymbal in my words and style.

But what if I told you that love was present in my words and that I’m not seeking to offend but merely observe the space we create between us and the world by the way we present the Gospel we’ve heard.

The Gospel is perfect it is Spirit and Truth, it’s how we present it that can block this news.

Our God creates creativity, He defines definition, so let’s punch a hole in our church walls and listen. People need Jesus and we know that full well, but do we shut more doors than we open somehow?

When Paul said ‘I’ve become all things to all people’ , he wasn’t talking compromise but relating to people.

The Gospel doesn’t need dressing up with lights and big bands so if you’re thinking that’s what I’m saying then please do be calm, in fact if that’s the message you’re receiving then be alarmed.

But lets not be disillusioned with what God’s put in our hands, if creativity is of God then let’s use what we can. Keeping both eyes on our Saviour and the price that God paid by sending His son to make a way.

We’re called to be different so let’s make that attractive, not something that just looks dead and inactive. Let’s put on the shoes of the world around us, would you just cringe or be astounded?

With the God that we have and the price that’s been paid, why are we so okay with how our hope is displayed? Would you stop in the street and listen to the hymns or just find the nearest shop to run in? People are more important than we’ll ever understand so let’s make an effort to show God to this land in a light that is relevant and catches their eye, making them think ‘Who is this guy?’

Truth sets people free but let’s give them the chance to put their foot in the door and take a glance.

When we’re inward looking we’re missing the call, I mean people don’t want to sing to a God they don’t know at all, and we’re fools if our outreach stays separate from our walk, and if our passion for Christ is removed from our talk.

But people are complicated and we can’t rely on speaking scriptures and psalms to draw their eyes to the sky. I’m not doubting our hunger, that’s not the words that I’m speaking but this same hunger should join with the thinking, that perhaps the bigger picture is what we need to see and that our passion and thirst should be used as a key.

Jesus meets us exactly where we are, so why do we expect people to come so far?

Most people quite frankly don’t want to talk Jesus, they’d rather talk life and strife and the things between them. We need to be real because our God is real, and from our life and love they’ll see our zeal.

What’s so wrong in grabbing people’s attention? In a society that won’t give God a mention, let’s give ourselves a platform not to perform but to engage and to release a hurting nation from hurting chains. 

Mount Masada

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This is a poem I wrote a little while ago whilst travelling in Israel. I had just climbed Mount Masada to watch the sun rise over the dead sea.

Streams flow into the stray,
They throw reflections of their bodies, playing and dancing
They flow.

The earth mapped,
Drawn out and spread.

Our efforts and strife like specks of glitter on paper,
We once called home.

The safety of such sheets are torn for the acceptance,
Of a vaster love.

For life flows like these streams, all headed for the expanse of oceans.
To lose it’s shallowness is to find the depth of all.

The unwavering awe of it all.

A New Year.

So it’s 2013, a new year and a good time, it seems, to start this blog.

I’ve always found the blank page to be a daunting proposal, the hardship of writing in a new journal or on a new blog comes and I’m trapped halfway between the excitement of committing something new to ‘paper’, and the fear of the writing itself being, well, crap.

So I’ve decided to start with a perspective, ultimately, that lacks direction. To embrace the inevitability of arduous waffle and nonsensical dribble. An approach rooted in the hope that, throughout this collection of thoughts and pictures and poetry, throughout the lack in my knowledge and the inconsistency of my prose, something of value will reveal itself. That if I keep writing, just maybe, something good will come out. Even if this is the minority.

So, where shall I go from here? I guess to start as I mean to go on. Far easier said than done.

In this blog you will find ramblings and ravings, problems and preaches, opinions and oppositions, poetry and politics, but ultimately, one young man’s journey as a disciple of Jesus Christ, my journey as someone trying to live as Christ lived, trying to work out the call of God on my life and my salvation ‘with fear and trembling’.

I am a man wanting to seek first the Kingdom of God and I make no excuses for this. Even in my few years as a Christian I have come to realise that the attempt to separate my faith from anything in my life is futile, and truly impossible for me to do.

Christ is my everything, He is my first love and my King. To be closer to His heart each day and for Him to have His way within me is my desire. I will be sharing my opinions, my misgivings and my experiences. But if your hope is that I will be able to speak of things without the intervention of my faith then I’m afraid there is nothing for you here and you will be disappointed. I make no apologies for my audacity in this respect. I am a young man that has been transformed through the love of Christ.

Jesus preaches the Kingdom of God. Love, forgiveness and hope. It is shocking how so many people still preach judgement and hate to a world that needs to know the true living God. I’m sick of Christianity being misrepresented, I’m sick of dogma and ritual and religion. I seek to follow Christ all the days of my life, to walk as He walked, think as He thought, see how He saw.

This is Christianity. CHRISTianity.

So this my blog, my collection, my overflow. I am George White, currently living in London, studying towards a degree in Theology and working as an intern in parliament. I hope you find this blog encouraging, helpful, thought-provoking or at least interesting. Enjoy!

‘Out of the overflow of the heart the mouth speaks’ – Matthew 12:34