Some friends of mine have been praying into the situation of why so many people are single in the church and in the nation. Why so many broken relationships and broken hearts? Why so much theft of identity? Why so much loss of hope? The Lord has sent them visions. Here is what my friend writes:
So a bunch of us have been praying for marriage for a little while now – marriage in the church generally, marriage in the nation, and yes marriage for us individually.
It’s become clear that a significant part of the reason for the amount of singleness and other marriage related problems across the church, and the nation, has been spiritual attack by the enemy (seriously).
The amazing and great news is that we have been making real progress in praying against this attack and taking back ground from the enemy, and changing things in this area (and not forgetting prayer by many others for this area).
After 7 x1 hour sessions of prayer this year, the Lord simultaneously dropped the same picture into 3 people present at the last meeting. It was a big field, seen from one corner, with other big fields beyond it. It had just been freshly ploughed, with a tractor trailing a plough off to one side of the field, driving off. This was immediately followed by a 2nd picture showing the same field but covered with fresh green shoots coming up all over, and then a 3rd picture showing the field full of golden glowing ripe corn, blowing in the breeze under the sun. Because of spiritual warfare and breakthrough, there is going to be a huge harvest of Godly marriages across the church in this nation, and I hope and expect, across the nation in general.
These prayer sessions continue once a month, as there is an ongoing battle to fight, and there is currently a need for more men to join us. The next meeting is this Sunday at a central London location, at a convenient time. Meetings are mainly us praying freely as we feel led and whatever comes to mind, and you can arrive or leave as needed. There is no commitment required but if you would like to join us and pray, you are most welcome.
So, here they are in London, UK, praying for singleness when across the world, somewhere in the Middle East, I, too, have been hearing this chapter from the Lord each time I’ve gone to him in wonder and bemusement about being single and the random people I meet and how to navigate the complexities this life situation brings: MARK 4
Here, too, is the situation we find ourselves in:
Isaiah 4 The Message (MSG)
4 That will be the day when seven women
will gang up on one man, saying,
“We’ll take care of ourselves,
get our own food and clothes.
Just give us a child. Make us pregnant
so we’ll have something to live for!”
2-4 And that’s when God’s Branch will sprout green and lush. The produce of the country will give Israel’s survivors something to be proud of again. Oh, they’ll hold their heads high! Everyone left behind in Zion, all the discards and rejects in Jerusalem, will be reclassified as “holy”—alive and therefore precious. God will give Zion’s women a good bath. He’ll scrub the bloodstained city of its violence and brutality, purge the place with a firestorm of judgment.
5-6 Then God will bring back the ancient pillar of cloud by day and the pillar of fire by night and mark Mount Zion and everyone in it with his glorious presence, his immense, protective presence, shade from the burning sun and shelter from the driving rain.
Also, Living Translation:
Isaiah 4 Living Bible (TLB)
4 At that time so few men will be left alive that seven women will fight over each of them and say, “Let us all marry you! We will furnish our own food and clothing; only let us be called by your name so that we won’t be mocked as old maids.”
2-4 Those whose names are written down to escape the destruction of Jerusalem will be washed and rinsed of all their moral filth by the horrors and the fire. They will be God’s holy people.[a] And the land will produce for them its lushest bounty and its richest fruit. 5 Then the Lord will provide shade on all Jerusalem—over every home and all its public grounds—a canopy of smoke and cloud throughout the day, and clouds of fire at night, covering the Glorious Land, 6 protecting it from daytime heat and from rains and storms.
Here’s what I think I heard the Lord say:
This is the situation you’ve been in for a while now. Women trying to do everything by themselves. They have been broken and rejected and therefore have rejected the men in their lives. The enemy has tried to divide, conquer and steal but now I stay Stand Strong! I will deliver! There is a rich inheritance about to flood the hearts and souls of many who have cried out for a lifelong, godly partner. But first, purify yourselves in my holy fire and love. Repent of all your sins and shame and you will sing a new song unto the Lord. I am the rewarder of those who earnestly seek my face. I will deliver you from this loneliness, confusion, pain, shame, guilt and despair for I am the God who heals and every nation will call be Blessed Redeemer, the Ancient of Days. New ground to be broken and new action will be taken. Believe in me and I will bring you forward with me. Is there anything too hard for the Lord? Didn’t I set a bush on fire to get the attention of Moses when he was at his wits’ end? But I had a greater plan for him just as I have a greater plan for you. We will work together. A new challenge will be met with joy! New things will happen right now before your eyes. Things you thought were once impossible. Many people have given up on the silent hope of being married and having a family. I say RISE UP! Get up and walk! Walk forward through the endless possibilities of joy through the open door which has been flung so wide and with such a force of prayer and cries that the hinges have fallen off! Godly homes where shelter from daily heat and grind will take over cities, nations and the world will know that I am the God who loves you back to life. Isaiah 4 v 6: It will be a shelter from daytime heat and a hiding place from storms and rain. NLT.
Also, Isaiah 5 is the Lord emphasising to us about purity and the dangers on our judgement of too much alcohol and how this has created the relationship statuses we find ourselves in today. We must urgently repent, step away from the booze and call out to the Lord for forgiveness: Isaiah 5 Living Bible (TLB)
5 Now I will sing a song about his vineyard to the one I love. My Beloved has a vineyard on a very fertile hill. 2 He plowed it and took out all the rocks and planted his vineyard with the choicest vines. He built a watchtower and cut a winepress in the rocks. Then he waited for the harvest, but the grapes that grew were wild and sour and not at all the sweet ones he expected.
3 Now, men of Jerusalem and Judah, you have heard the case! You be the judges! 4 What more could I have done? Why did my vineyard give me wild grapes instead of sweet? 5 I will tear down the fences and let my vineyard go to pasture to be trampled by cattle and sheep. 6 I won’t prune it or hoe it, but let it be overgrown with briars and thorns. I will command the clouds not to rain on it anymore.
7 I have given you the story of God’s people. They are the vineyard that I spoke about. Israel and Judah are his pleasant acreage! He expected them to yield a crop of justice, but found bloodshed instead. He expected righteousness, but the cries of deep oppression met his ears.[a] 8 You buy up property so others have no place to live. Your homes are built on great estates so you can be alone in the midst of the earth! 9 But the Lord Almighty has sworn your awful fate—with my own ears I heard him say, “Many a beautiful home will lie deserted, their owners killed or gone. 10 An acre of vineyard will not produce a gallon of juice! Ten bushels of seed will yield a one-bushel crop!”
11 Woe to you who get up early in the morning to go on long drinking bouts that last till late at night—woe to you drunken bums. 12 You furnish lovely music at your grand parties; the orchestras are superb! But for the Lord you have no thought or care. 13 Therefore I will send you into exile far away because you neither know nor care that I have done so much for you. Your great and honored men will starve, and the common people will die of thirst.
14 Hell is licking its chops in anticipation of this delicious morsel, Jerusalem. Her great and small shall be swallowed up, and all her drunken throngs. 15 In that day the haughty shall be brought down to the dust; the proud shall be humbled; 16 but the Lord Almighty is exalted above all, for he alone is holy, just, and good. 17 In those days flocks will feed among the ruins. Lambs and calves and kids will pasture there!
18 Woe to those who drag their sins behind them like a bullock on a rope.[b] 19 They even mock the Holy One of Israel and dare the Lord to punish them.[c] “Hurry up and punish us, O Lord,” they say. “We want to see what you can do!” 20 They say that what is right is wrong and what is wrong is right; that black is white and white is black; bitter is sweet and sweet is bitter.
21 Woe to those who are wise and shrewd in their own eyes! 22 Woe to those who are “heroes” when it comes to drinking and boast about the liquor they can hold. 23 They take bribes to pervert justice, letting the wicked go free and putting innocent men in jail. 24 Therefore God will deal with them and burn them. They will disappear like straw on fire. Their roots will rot and their flowers wither, for they have thrown away the laws of God and despised the word of the Holy One of Israel. 25 That is why the anger of the Lord is hot against his people; that is why he has reached out his hand to smash them. The hills will tremble, and the rotting bodies of his people will be thrown as refuse in the streets. But even so, his anger is not ended; his hand is heavy on them still.
26 He will send a signal to the nations far away, whistling to those at the ends of the earth, and they will come racing toward Jerusalem. 27 They never weary, never stumble, never stop; their belts are tight, their bootstraps strong; they run without stopping for rest or for sleep. 28 Their arrows are sharp; their bows are bent; sparks fly from their horses’ hoofs, and the wheels of their chariots spin like the wind. 29 They roar like lions and pounce upon the prey. They seize my people and carry them off into captivity with none to rescue them. 30 They growl over their victims like the roaring of the sea. Over all Israel lies a pall of darkness and sorrow, and the heavens are black.
I had this vision a few weeks ago and I feel like the Lord was speaking to me about it today as well with the following verses from the above chapter 5 (9&10): 9 But the Lord Almighty has sworn your awful fate—with my own ears I heard him say, “Many a beautiful home will lie deserted, their owners killed or gone. 10 An acre of vineyard will not produce a gallon of juice! Ten bushels of seed will yield a one-bushel crop!”
Verses 16&17: 16 but the Lord Almighty is exalted above all, for he alone is holy, just, and good. 17 In those days flocks will feed among the ruins. Lambs and calves and kids will pasture there!
Many, like myself, have found much comfort through booze and I feel like the Lord is saying we must stop this. This will bring breakthrough. Our judgment has been impaired and mistakes have been made. Turn to Him! He is our healer and He loves us. Nothing is impossible. The vineyard that was deserted will be so fruitful, our barns will be bursting! There will also be an increase in marriages between nations so that the gospel will go into every home in every land. Stand firm. Pray at all times and in all circumstances especially before we speak. The truth of the Lord will prevail and His light will shine into all the darkest corners of the earth. What we whispered in the dark will now be seen in the light. This is a good thing. Our silent tears, silent fears will be healed and covered in the Holy Spirit Balm and the world will gasp in awe and reverence of the Lord’s power in these answered prayers. Keep going!
THE VISION, 21st September, 2014, Somewhere in a Middle Eastern Land, far, far away: Bright light doorway. I went through. The Lord was with me. He was holding my hand. We went through the doorway of a garden wall and into what was like an old courtyard from the Roman times – an open courtyard. We walked around the columns of the house. The entire place was empty. There were leaves everywhere and a breeze was blowing. No one was there. I felt like it represented the hearts of many believers who had been waiting on the Lord and been obedient to His call but had lost many things in the process – many people had abandoned them, the locusts of life had destroyed the lives of others around them and taken them. They were lonely and isolated but they weren’t alone. They had been gifted with contentment and peace amidst circumstances beyond their control, enemy theft and attack. They had stood firm when others had fled but they held on with love and felt no animosity towards those who had left them to stand alone. They had been waiting for the visitor to arrive – the visitation of answered prayer. They longed for the house to be filled with people and with laughter again; for a thriving family and community of love and grace and prosperity; the renewal and abundance of crops and reward for vigilance and obedience. They had been watching and waiting prayerfully. They had been interceding and had lost many things. Hope was dwindling. Their bodies were heavy, their throats dry, their ears sore, their eyes stung. How long, Lord? Is it me, Lord? Search me and know my heart, Lord. What can I do, Lord? They were tired but had great supernatural peace and contentment but were exhausted. Their bones groaned. Every day, they waited expectantly as they walked around the courtyard and outside to look over the beautiful, fertile valleys. Every day. But no one came.
There was great potential in this home and beautiful courtyard. It was like something from a Vogue Living magazine – a before and after picture shoot. It was like He was giving us this home to redecorate and money was no object. The climate was warm, there were olive trees and a vineyard outside with space to rear animals.
I felt excited to be there and see its potential but also sad and asked the Lord to please help us fill these homes again.
I asked the Lord to help me understand what He had shown me. He lead me to these passages in the OT.
HABUKUK 2;2 This vision-message is a witness pointing to what’s coming. It aches for the coming—it can hardly wait! And it doesn’t lie. If it seems slow in coming, wait. It’s on its way. It will come right on time.
Isaiah 51 The Message (MSG) Committed to Seeking God
51 1-3 “Listen to me, all you who are serious about right living and committed to seeking God. Ponder the rock from which you were cut, the quarry from which you were dug.
Yes, ponder Abraham, your father, and Sarah, who bore you. Think of it! One solitary man when I called him, but once I blessed him, he multiplied. Likewise I, God, will comfort Zion, comfort all her mounds of ruins. I’ll transform her dead ground into Eden, her moonscape into the garden of God, A place filled with exuberance and laughter, thankful voices and melodic songs.
4-6 “Pay attention, my people. Listen to me, nations. Revelation flows from me. My decisions light up the world. My deliverance arrives on the run, my salvation right on time. I’ll bring justice to the peoples.
Even faraway islands will look to me and take hope in my saving power. Look up at the skies, ponder the earth under your feet. The skies will fade out like smoke, the earth will wear out like work pants, and the people will die off like flies. But my salvation will last forever, my setting-things-right will never be obsolete.
7-8 “Listen now, you who know right from wrong, you who hold my teaching inside you: Pay no attention to insults, and when mocked don’t let it get you down. Those insults and mockeries are moth-eaten, from brains that are termite-ridden, But my setting-things-right lasts, my salvation goes on and on and on.”
Psalm 107:4-9 Some of you wandered for years in the desert, looking but not finding a good place to live, Half-starved and parched with thirst, staggering and stumbling, on the brink of exhaustion. Then, in your desperate condition, you called out to God. He got you out in the nick of time; He put your feet on a wonderful road that took you straight to a good place to live. So thank God for his marvelous love, for his miracle mercy to the children he loves. He poured great draughts of water down parched throats; the starved and hungry got plenty to eat. In Context | Full Chapter | Other Translations
Psalm 107:23-32 Some of you set sail in big ships; you put to sea to do business in faraway ports. Out at sea you saw God in action, saw his breathtaking ways with the ocean: With a word he called up the wind— an ocean storm, towering waves! You shot high in the sky, then the bottom dropped out; your hearts were stuck in your throats. You were spun like a top, you reeled like a drunk, you didn’t know which end was up. Then you called out to God in your desperate condition; he got you out in the nick of time. He quieted the wind down to a whisper, put a muzzle on all the big waves. And you were so glad when the storm died down, and he led you safely back to harbor. So thank God for his marvelous love, for his miracle mercy to the children he loves. Lift high your praises when the people assemble, shout Hallelujah when the elders meet!
Psalm 12:5 Into the hovels of the poor, Into the dark streets where the homeless groan, God speaks: “I’ve had enough; I’m on my way To heal the ache in the heart of the wretched.” In Context | Full Chapter | Other Translations
Psalm 102:3-11 I’m wasting away to nothing, I’m burning up with fever. I’m a ghost of my former self, half-consumed already by terminal illness. My jaws ache from gritting my teeth; I’m nothing but skin and bones. I’m like a buzzard in the desert, a crow perched on the rubble. Insomniac, I twitter away, mournful as a sparrow in the gutter. All day long my enemies taunt me, while others just curse. They bring in meals—casseroles of ashes! I draw drink from a barrel of my tears. And all because of your furious anger; you swept me up and threw me out. There’s nothing left of me— a withered weed, swept clean from the path. In Context | Full Chapter | Other Translations
Proverbs 31:4-7 “Leaders can’t afford to make fools of themselves, gulping wine and swilling beer, Lest, hung over, they don’t know right from wrong, and the people who depend on them are hurt. Use wine and beer only as sedatives, to kill the pain and dull the ache Of the terminally ill, for whom life is a living death. In Context | Full Chapter | Other Translations
Isaiah 38:9-15 This is what Hezekiah king of Judah wrote after he’d been sick and then recovered from his sickness: In the very prime of life I have to leave. Whatever time I have left is spent in death’s waiting room. No more glimpses of God in the land of the living, No more meetings with my neighbors, no more rubbing shoulders with friends. This body I inhabit is taken down and packed away like a camper’s tent. Like a weaver, I’ve rolled up the carpet of my life as God cuts me free of the loom and at day’s end sweeps up the scraps and pieces. I cry for help until morning. Like a lion, God pummels and pounds me, relentlessly finishing me off. I squawk like a doomed hen, moan like a dove. My eyes ache from looking up for help: “Master, I’m in trouble! Get me out of this!” But what’s the use? God himself gave me the word. He’s done it to me. I can’t sleep— I’m that upset, that troubled. In Context | Full Chapter | Other Translations
Habakkuk 2:2-3 [ Full of Self, but Soul-Empty ] And then God answered: “Write this. Write what you see. Write it out in big block letters so that it can be read on the run. This vision-message is a witness pointing to what’s coming. It aches for the coming—it can hardly wait! And it doesn’t lie. If it seems slow in coming, wait. It’s on its way. It will come right on time. In Context | Full Chapter | Other Translations
Matthew 23:37-39 “Jerusalem! Jerusalem! Murderer of prophets! Killer of the ones who brought you God’s news! How often I’ve ached to embrace your children, the way a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you wouldn’t let me. And now you’re so desolate, nothing but a ghost town. What is there left to say? Only this: I’m out of here soon. The next time you see me you’ll say, ‘Oh, God has blessed him! He’s come, bringing God’s rule!’” In Context | Full Chapter | Other Translations
Romans 1:8-12 I thank God through Jesus for every one of you. That’s first. People everywhere keep telling me about your lives of faith, and every time I hear them, I thank him. And God, whom I so love to worship and serve by spreading the good news of his Son—the Message!—knows that every time I think of you in my prayers, which is practically all the time, I ask him to clear the way for me to come and see you. The longer this waiting goes on, the deeper the ache. I so want to be there to deliver God’s gift in person and watch you grow stronger right before my eyes! But don’t think I’m not expecting to get something out of this, too! You have as much to give me as I do to you. In Context | Full Chapter | Other Translations
From this day on, from this twenty-fourth day of the ninth month, give careful thought to the day when the foundation of the Lord’s temple was laid. Give careful thought: Is there yet any seed left in the barn? Until now, the vine and the fig tree, the pomegranate and the olive tree have not borne fruit.
“‘From this day on I will bless you.’” Haggai 2:18-19 NIV
Life living in the desert can ever be described as a)colourless b)monotonous c) straight forward.
From the mutant hour daily get ups at 4.45am before a 90 minute journey in the dark up to the Saudi Border, the day begins and ends in a fog peppered with exhaustion and bewilderment. I’d be lying if I said that there weren’t recent moments of emotional paralysis where the frustration has seemed engulfing with private tears and public rants more prevalent than before.
Don’t get me wrong: this country is most definitely my home and I love it here. I am grateful each day for the patience and love of my fellow Arabic colleagues who are so encouraging and big hearted in my attempts to chat with them using my few dodgy Arabic phrases. However, my heart truly longs for the day when I can sit and listen properly to their conversations and hear what is really going on in their lives.
I often feel like I resemble Stan Laurel in my many facial expressions during the situations I find myself in where 1 out of every thousand or so words is comprehensible and my limited phrases and words can only get me so far. My eyes frequently twist and turn and my eyebrows definitely move like Jagger. Gormless is most probably the less glamorous word I could use here, but I shall move on as we all know that the power of life and death lies in our tongues and the words we speak, ahem. (See previous postings.) http://biblehub.com/proverbs/18-21.htm
I have attached some of the Stan Laurel moments from the past year below. They are in no way intended to mock anyone or show any disrespect in any way to anyone living or working with me who is from the UAE or the GCC. They are written to share the wonderment of this habitation of the daily bizarre during this particular jigsaw piece of our lives.
It is my sincere wish that these musings a) encourage some who are in similar situations to keep going and to b) make others in far (and not so far) away lands with cream sofas and Starbucks and Malls and shiny pretty things on their doorsteps to think outside their boxes and stop taking things like cream sofas and Starbucks and Malls and shiny pretty things for granted.
But most of all, I want just people to read these postings and smile.
Lord, help us to Pray and Shway. We are always telling the children to ‘shway shway,’ in order to calm and slow them down. Help us, Lord, to apply this to our own lives and the every day learning experiences and frustrations we find ourselves in. Help us slow down, throw up our prayers and keep going knowing that you are in control and everything will be ok. In your name we pray. Amen.
Wednesday 5th February, 2014
So, today in a classroom in a far away land filled with sand, I dropped a piece of paper on the floor. The response from little Wildcat ‘friend’ (who looks like a mini Arab Idol contestant with his HUGE bouffant mullet hair, back combed and hairsprayed, and who often is caught combing his mane whilst sitting in class) was this:
‘Ohhhh sheeetttt!’, both palms up raised heavenward, both shoulders squeezed way up to his ears, face gasping then scrunched up in very, very dramatic way.
So, English obviously spoken at home then. Is my job here done?
(He is 5 but can write the word ‘Butterfly’ without help, so can be forgiven, right? He was also wearing his brown leather jacket zipped up to the neck and when he walks, he has that ‘home boy’ swagger thang going on. Was also caught yesterday jumping from one table to another. Maybe not forgiven, just yet?)
|January 27, 2013|
Somewhere, somehow, today in another (NB this is not the first) Arabic Lost in Translation Moment, my classroom was interrupted by a gasping Arabic lady asking (too mild a verb, sorry),”Meeez Choood!! Meeeezzzz Chooooodd!! Your daughter eeezz DYYYIIINNNNGGGG????!!! Where weeeeellll you go??!”
Erm, no. Sorry. No daughter and I would like to stay here, please? As I stood there with facial expressions resembling Stan Laurel (he was the skinny, dopey one, right?), about 4 other Arabic ladies, having heard the shrieking from the first lady and obviously concerned about what was going on in the doorway of my tiny classroom, had arrived.
I explained in very broken Arabic that I didn’t have a daughter and so everything was ok, no one was dying and that it was a good day, Mashallah.
However, they began to look even more horrified and I became even more afraid that the first lady was about to collapse.
‘Noooo daughtarrrr??!!’ they all cried in unison, going up way too high at the end of each of their words, eyes popping out of their shaking heads accompanied by much tutting and hands being raised heavenward.
‘No daughter,’ I replied meekly, shaking my head and almost closing my eyes in shame.
‘HAZZZZZBBBAAAANNNNTTT?’ They gasped-their voices becoming louder and much more shrill. Gasping for breath continued.
‘No. No husband,’ I whispered.
Shrieks (of horror?) from all the women now. Much more tutting and grabbing my cheeks and kissing my face, stroking my hair and shouting at each other. Were they blaming my short hair for my marital status? I don’t know. Were they were happy for me? Saddened? Excited about fixing me up with their brothers, cousins, uncles, sheikh friends? I. Don’t. Know. I feel like Stan Laurel. Am glad that the little wild kittens managed to get on with their work in the midst of such theatrics and produced some great pictures and words about aeroplanes (they’ve never seen a train before).
|March 27, 2013|
Quote from Land of Sand today: Meez Chood, pliz I take pikchar? Your face like kitty kettt…
|May 20, 2013|
Small child, pointing to her head/hairstyle: Meeez Choood! Looook! Cake!
Me: No, bun.
|October 22, 2013|
Small lispy, high-pitched Wildcat today, aptly named Essa (translated into English: Jesus), holding door open for me (I am, therefore, already suspicious): Tha-lam-al-ay-koom ha-bee-thee. (Roughly translated: How you doin’ sweetheart, eh?)
I look down at him and say: Imti hamza, Essa? (Aren’t you only five years old, Essa? Should you really be saying that to your teacher?)
Essa: La. Arba. (No. I’m 4). Winks and runs off.
|October 24, 2013|
Week starts with car accident which narrowly misses us. Week ends with the little nocturnal Wildcats playing hide and seek in the pitch black outside the apartment despite pot-holes, glass and traffic and I am drinking shiraz from a mug because nowhere out here sells wine glasses, of course. Stay classy, world. No surrender.
|November 18, 2013|
Today in the Land of Sand everything was going ‘well’ until, whilst attempting to share the genius of drawing different shapes with a collective of non English speaking Wildcat-Bedouin 5 year olds, I managed to slide off the wee green chair I was sitting in. No one noticed until after about a long minute (probably less, who knows in this time-free, shawaya shawaya zone), when I heard a little voice announce to the class, ‘Whirrrr MeEeEeEEEEEzzzzz Choooodddd”. “Here. On the floor, habiti’, I said, raising my hand and lowering my head, wondering how in my 30,000 years of teaching across continents and varying academic establishments it had taken me this long to slide to the floor without alcohol. The Wildcats, for the first time this year, showed no expression. They simply didn’t react. They just looked at me like I was so dumb. So very, very stupid. Yet, each day, I see one of them, at least, attempt a handstand on the carpet before we sing songs or try to pull someone’s nose off their face. Or kick them in the head. Or jump off a table. So, really, Wildcats, game on if you want to get competitive. — eating Dahl which was originally intended to be a lentil soup but I got it wrong.
|November 19, 2013|
When travelling long distances each day to work, interesting conversations often pop up both as a way to stay awake and as a possible manifestation of the slight insanity which both accompanies and is a pre-requisite to desert living. Today, the topic of conversation included how many more Arab men seem to be taking Asian women as their 4th wives and how some of us had seen more mixed race Arab/Asia children in malls etc.
So far, so shaway. I arrive back into the village I call home and then head off to get my spuds and avocado (which I had been thinking about cooking since about 7am this morning – another survival trick) from the local Lulu’s when who should I see but an Arab man with super curly long hair, a flat cap, khandora, Ray Ban shades and a larger Asian wife. They proceeded to put my potato and avocado into their trolley. ‘Mafi mushukula’, I said, and they gave it back to me.
I then toddle on home and open up the kitchen window and proceed to go out of the flat to the rubbish shoot when I hear a bang. When I get back to the flat, the door has slammed locked shut behind me. I am horrified. I am wearing my pyjama bottoms and my work top. Thankfully, my bra had not been taken off for the night. So, after three trips up and down the stairs to check if Mr Advil (yes, really, as in painkiller brand) or Mr Jamal (yes, really as in Camel) our friendly maintenance men are around, I head off and walk across the lovely green garden outside the 4 apartment blocks, past lots of looks from the dear Muslim ladies and walk towards Mr Jamal, our maintenance man who, thankfully, I see across the car park. “Hazir kabir mushkula, Mr Jamal,” I exclaim.
We head back to the apartment and he knocks on the door of the Jordanian family who live next door and walks into their flat while my neighbour takes this opportunity to comes out into the corridor and starts to ask me about my day as I sit on the floor in my pyjama bottoms and work top, thankful that I am still wearing my bra.
Suddenly my door opens from the inside and Mr Jamal looks down and smiles at me. ‘Helllo Mz Chood techerrrr!” He says with a grin.
I am astounded and ask him how he managed to get into my flat but he doesn’t reply and looks at the ground and shakes his head. He is obviously embarrassed but my neighbour proceeds to explain that Mr Jamal has gone into his flat, stepped out on to the window ledge and WALKED ACROSS THE THIN WINDOW LEDGE to my open kitchen window (the cause of all the nonsense and suction/air vent rubbish in the first place) and let himself into my apartment.
Mr Jamal, at this point has walked off, obviously embarrassed and so I run after him to give him a 5 pack of noodles (all I could find in the flurry of excitement and bewilderment which ensued). I later see him standing across the car park looking towards our apartment block, I hope congratulating himself.
Spiderman lives on, people. He is truly alive and well here in this part of the Land of Sand. And yes, he was wearing a red t shirt.
Stan Laurel moment #(oh, a thousand and something, at least…)
“Mz Chood! Plizz. You gif me five minute I go uzzarr kless problem zay mik baby in za kless.”
Now, had I been in those hazy, halcyon days of teaching in Slough or glorious inner city London, innit, I might have been more concerned. This, however, is pretty standard Land of Sand daily chat.
As the end of the year draws quickly to a close, we expats across the world have already begun packing our bags to return home for Christmas. Expectations and tensions can run high at this emotionally charged time of year and, as adults, it is difficult to not wish that life could just this once rekindle a child like expectation of the excitement and wonder of Christmas Eve stockings, presents and selection boxes for breakfast. If only everything were as exciting as when we were children and Santa’s letter was sent up the chimney whilst our little legs measled against a roaring fire and our hearts fluttered.
Sometimes, prayers can seem like a will-he/won’t-he-bring-me list to a God who seems as real as Father Christmas. “Has He actually heard this prayer I’ve been groaning for the past ten, twenty, thirty years?” we wonder.
Unfortunately, more often than not, our words and hope just simply run out. We’ve reached the end. Our prayers take too long to get answered and we grow weary, just like the end of the year, when our dinner consists of biscuits and toast and our throats grow raspy.There seems no answer in sight. While our bodies ache for some kind of closure to prayers we have whispered in the dark and cried out in the silent, lonely places only we know, the all powerful God who made us is on silent. We’re left feeling confused, angry, bewildered, exhausted and despondent.
Disappointment and sadness envelop the child like hope and light within and we just give up. We’re left sitting alone in a big, drafty room in a vacant, dark, haunted house.
And then, ever so quickly and subtly, something inside us just switches off because, let’s face it, there really seems to be no response from a Santa like God sitting in a distant, imaginary land full of elves and wooden toys.
In this talk, we hear how any amount of faith, no matter how small it is, is enough. Let me write that again. Any amount of faith, no matter how small it is, is enough. It is enough.
A Christmas Prayer List for God for Expats:
1.Help us have faith to just believe that you’re working behind the scenes
2.That you haven’t forgotten us.
3. Please, Lord, send us all true love, peace, happiness and joy this Christmas.
4. For those of us travelling home to family situations, Lord, we beg you for short queues, simple check ins, upgrades, spacious seats, and swift travel. May we all think before we speak to those we haven’t seen in a while, remembering that the power of both life and death lies in our words.
5. To those of us away from family and friends at Christmas, please send loving, happy people to encourage and nurture us during this reflective time of year.
6. But most of all, help us, Lord, to speak to the mountains in our life with the confidence and hope that only you can miraculously give us.
Thank you, Lord, that you will bring us so much wonderment over this Christmas time to allow us to return in January with so many stories of your goodness and blessings upon us.
- Isaiah 58:8 NKJV – When your circumstance becomes God’s answer (pagprayer.wordpress.com)
- Written but unread – She left a legacy and a letter (letterschangelives.wordpress.com)
- Pope: allow Lord to encounter us in preparation for Christmas. (thecatholicsnetwork.com)
- When Faith Came to Our Hearts (everydayawe.com)
- Unrealistic Christmas wishes (ohamydearblog.wordpress.com)
- Fall In Love This Christmas (lifevesting.com)
- ‘The Christmas Candle’ Movie By Max Lucado, Rick Santorum, And Susan Boyle Focuses On Hope (huffingtonpost.com)
- The REAL War Against Christmas (jaybsnyder.com)
- Reinventing Advent (cofchristdailybread.wordpress.com)
- Your Faith Journey (patriciaallisonauthor.wordpress.com)