Who remembers you? Who remembers me? Does anyone?
Made in the divine image we need to feel, to sense
that others, our sisters and brothers, remember us.
If we are forgotten we are unheard and unseen and in
a video age we perhaps cease to exist....
In a UK context where are the forgotten people, the
invisible ones? Those who live in the shadows as
asylum seekers, those who live as statistics on
welfare or on neglected outer city estates, those
who make their bed in shop doorways...
Within the Christian tradition we follow a man who
was a refugee, fleeing with his mum and dad to Africa.
We follow a man who had no place to lay his head, a
man executed outside the city wall next to Jerusalem's
rubbish dump...And yet the Church that takes Jesus' name
has become a multinational corporation...What might it
mean if we again became a rootless Kingdom movement?
Might we remember the forgotten ones more clearly,
those like the peoples of the Horn of Africa whom
Ethar Relief support....
Check out their web site and then ask the question
Jesus askes in Matthew 25....When I was hungry/homeless/
naked/a stranger did you feed/welcome/clothe me?
http://www.etharrelief.org/content/about-us
