This is something that has been on my mind for quite some time now, but strangely reinforced by some reading I have been doing this past week, a Bible study group I attended tonight, and further more by Andy Crouch’s continued excellent work with the Christian Vision Project:

In Acts, we read that the cross-cultural missionary thrust did not begin in Jerusalem. It began in Antioch, on the periphery, the margins. But Jerusalem is not ready for Antioch! In fact, even when they go to Antioch, it’s just to check on what’s happening.

I have come to the conclusion that the powerful, those at the center, must begin to realize that the future shape of things does not belong to them. The future shape of things is on the periphery. The future shape of things is not in Jerusalem, but outside. It is Nazareth. It is Antioch.

…Yet it’s so difficult to get American Christians, even those who profess to love missions and their brothers and sisters on the periphery, to actually come and see what is happening where we are. This is especially true of those in the positions of greatest power in the church. I have asked a friend, a pastor of a large church that gives half of its money to missions, to come and spend time on the fringes. But he won’t. He wants to spend his study leave in Oxford, in Australia. How can American pastors be leaders if they haven’t seen what God is doing elsewhere? Every search process for a senior pastor should ask, “Do you have experience in marginal places, economically deprived places, places with HIV/AIDS? Have you gone to be among them?”
David Zac Niringiye (interviewed by Andy Crouch), “Experiencing Life at the Margins”, Christianity Today, July 14, 2006

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Posted in Thoughts on Faith on Wed Aug 16, 2006 at 11:03 pm by alex | Leave a comment

Hadn’t heard this one before…

“Do you have any alcohol pads?” asked the woman on Market Street one crisp, sunny San Francisco afternoon last Wednesday. “I just got stabbed.” She opened her puffy black jacket to show the bloodstain on her white T-shirt, and looked expectantly at me. I shrugged my shoulders; I hadn’t packed any alcohol pads.

“Well then,” she added, “could you spare some change?”

I didn’t have any, at least not yet — just a few foreign coins jangling in my pocket — and as I crossed the street, smiling at the clever pitch, I could hear her creaky voice ask the next passerby: “Do you have any alcohol pads? I just got stabbed …”
Matt Gross, “In San Francisco and Almost Home”, New York Times, August 16, 2006

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