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Image: Lent – Aiming for a good one

06/03/2020

This week in our blog Marian Pallister reflects on the arguements for and against giving up social media for Lent.


I’ve been trolled, so I was happy to hear Pope Francis put out a general ‘stop trolling for Lent’ message. Of course, His Holiness expressed it more elegantly and went further – turn off the TV, disconnect from the phone. He lamented a world “inundated with empty words” where people “insult each other as if they were saying ‘Good Day.’”
 
So – as a wordsmith, should I give up words for Lent? Hopefully, this blog won’t be full of empty words and I will certainly avoid insults at all costs.
 
But how can I meaningfully observe Lent in 2020? For most of us, a retreat is not a possibility (and poor Pope Francis has had to cancel his because of a cold).
 
Turning off the TV is only effective if we act on the rest of Pope Francis’ suggestion – that we read the Bible. Turning off our phones is probably the more difficult ‘give up’ choice, and he suggests that if we do, we turn to – connect with - the Gospel instead. That’s challenging. That’s Lent.
 
In a previous Lenten message, Pope Francis said “Indifference to our neighbour and to God also represents a real temptation for us Christians.” The more migrants and refugees who knock on our door, the more indifferent governments seem to become. Can I stay on social media in order to campaign for asylum for our Syrian neighbour fleeing from the devastation of his country? For the 40,000 neighbours who have been displaced in Sudan’s West Darfur state in following inter-communal clashes this year? For my neighbour in DR Congo, raped by rebels, her husband killed and her children made to watch their own unfolding tragedy? Do I stay off social media and not ‘share’ SCIAF’s Lenten appeal for women like that particular neighbour?
 
I understand what Pope Francis wants – a stop to the gossip, the electronic hair-pulling and face-slapping that seems to have become the norm. The show-offy ‘This is my lovely child/home/dinner/weekend/holiday’ that makes the rest of us feel inadequate.
 
Back in 2014, the Pope was happy to acknowledge the good that social media can do. How sad that in six short years, our ‘screens’ have become arenas as deadly as any in Rome 2000 years ago. No lions, but plenty of souls torn to shreds.
 
I’ve reminded myself of the definition of Lent - a season of reflection and preparation before the celebrations of Easter. By observing the 40 days of Lent, Christians replicate Christ's sacrifice and withdrawal into the desert for 40 days.
 
So – Jesus withdrew. He had no phone, no TV, no social media distractions, no chocolate – but he had been surrounded constantly by thousands of people wanting a bit of Him. He went into the desert and the Devil tried to get into His head.
 
In comparison, Pope Francis is just talking common sense and decency. Even so, I may be wrestling with the good and evil of social media. Campaign for Justice and Peace? Or a blank screen?


Image: Fairtrade

28/02/2020

Carol Clarke has recently been awarded an Outstanding Achievement Award for her work in promoting Fairtrade goods.  This Fairtrade Fortnight Carol reflects on over 30 years of campaigning and what inspires her to keep going.  Weekly blog.


This year is important for Fairtrade, as it marks the 25th Anniversary of the Fairtrade Mark. In reality, every time we shop is important, because with every purchase we make, we are making a choice.

With that choice we either help some of the most marginalised people in our world - or we ignore their plight. 

My fair trade journey began in 1984, watching the terrible pictures of the Ethiopian famine on TV. With so many others, I was moved to help alleviate such suffering.

With others in my church, St Mary’s Hamilton, we started a SCIAF group to raise money. That in turn led us to investigate the causes of poverty in the developing world. And of course, one of the main causes is the greed of the developed world.

In the 1990s, we set up a Traidcraft stall in the church, supplied by a lovely lady from Strathaven, on a sale or return basis. This was very successful and from there I contacted Traidcraft and became a Traidcraft Fairtrader. We then supplied other churches and local schools on a sale or return basis. Our little group became one of the top selling Traidcraft groups in the country.

By 2002, Strathaven and Aberfeldy became the first two Fairtrade towns in Scotland. A discussion between Hamilton Fairtraders and our neighbours in Strathaven gave us the know-how to form a Fairtade Town committee, and Hamilton became a Fairtrade Town in 2004.

The following year there were moves to make Scotland a Fairtrade Nation, and in 2006 the Scottish Fairtrade Forum was formed. I was fortunate to be a member of the first Scottish Fairtrade Forum Steering group, representing both Justice and Peace and Traidcraft Fairtraders.  Scotland became a Fairtrade Nation in 2013 and the rest, as they say, is history.

I feel that in the early 2000s, Fairtrade was at its most vibrant. During Fairtrade Fortnight all the supermarkets put on Fairtrade displays without any prompting. But for the last few years you would be hard pushed to find a display in any supermarket, with perhaps the exception of the Co-op.

Why? Could Fairtrade sales have reached their peak? I am not sure this is true. I think that today we need to redouble our efforts to ensure we buy ethically. If our supermarket, local shop or cafe is not selling fairtrade then we need to ask why. If there’s no joy, we have to be proactive and shop elsewhere. Our wallets are the most important weapons we have.

The theme of this year’s Fairtrade Fortnight is ‘She deserves better’, and ‘she’, representing producers in the developing world, certainly does. They all deserve to be treated with dignity and respect, so let’s use our consumer power to stop exploitation.

I was very humbled recently to receive the Outstanding Achievement Award from the Scottish Fairtrade Forum. This honour would not have been possible without the many people I have worked with over the years and I am indebted to all of them. There are so many unsung heroes in the Fairtrade movement, and I stand on the shoulder of giants.



Image:  The Door that Opened

21/02/2020

This week Alex Holmes reflects on his most recent visit to Calais in this week's blog - The Door That Opened.


The wind is strong, funnelled by the high wall snaking the link road that connects Calais port to the French autoroutes. At the foot of the wall, sagging tents house young Eritrean exiles who have escaped their country’s repressive autocracy. Most have family and friends in the UK. 
 
Merhawi, his back to the wall, tells me a story in fluent English.
 
Once there was a rich young man who lived in a beautiful big house with ten bedrooms. One day he decided to invite Jesus to stay with him. When Jesus arrived, the man offered him the best bedroom in the house. "This room is all yours, Jesus. Stay as long as you like."
 
Nearby, young Eritreans sit on camping stools around the fire. Smoke stings the eyes and throat and permeates everyone’s clothes. It’s the signature scent of the Calais refugee. ‘Sit, sit. Come and drink coffee.’ The circle widens. The winter light fades fast.
 
Night came and there was a loud banging at the front door. The young man went downstairs. He opened the front door to find an angry man demanding to be let into the house.  After a great struggle, he managed to shut the door. "I don’t understand,” he thought. “Jesus is in my best room sleeping while I am downstairs fighting a crazy demon.” The next night there was even louder banging at the front door. This time three big violent men tried to get into his house. He fought and fought and finally managed to shut the door. He didn't understand this at all. "Why didn't Jesus come to my rescue? Why did he allow me to fight all by myself?”
 
This is Calais, a vast open-air prison with kilometres of concrete wall and surveillance cameras where people express their despair. So many have been shunted around Europe, their requests for asylum rejected. ‘Why does nobody want us?’ they ask. ‘Why is there no love and respect in Europe?’
 
Next morning the young man spoke to Jesus. "I don't understand. For two nights I fought the demons while you were sleeping. I thought that once I invited you to live with me that you would take care of me.”

"I do care for you,” replied Jesus. “But when you invited me to come here and stay, you gave me this lovely room and you shut the door to the rest of your house. I am Lord of this room but I am not Master of this house. I have protected this room and no demon may enter here."

"Jesus please forgive me. Take all of my house – it’s yours. I want you to have control of everything."

After that no more angry demons came to the young man’s house and his door was open to everyone who needed shelter.
 
His story finished, Merhawi leaves the circle and melts into the night. I message him before I leave Calais, telling him I would say goodbye the next day. As promised, I come at midday - no sign of Merhawi. An hour later, a message: ‘I’m in Birmingham, Alex. Yesterday I got into truck and am now in UK.’

For Merhawi, the door had been opened



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