go back to where you came from – my humble reflections

I have only just tonight finished watching this three-part series. I had things on last week when the series screened on TV and the public conversation was in full flow.

It is hard to put into words how I feel. Deeply thankful. Undoubtedly blessed beyond reason. More questions than answers.

It is very difficult to comprehend why I should have food enough every day, warmth, flowing water and a comfy bed, let alone safety and hope for the future, when millions every where don’t and never have had enough of these things.

Some truths I must hold on to as I wrestle with this question, and others…

  • God cares deeply about the alien and the refugee. He always has. And always will.
  • This world is broken and humanity’s greatest need is to repent and believe in Jesus.
  • Jesus himself, as well as so many people in the bible, were refugees.
17 For the LORD your God is God of gods and Lord of lords, the great God, mighty and awesome, who shows no partiality and accepts no bribes. 18 He defends the cause of the fatherless and the widow, and loves the foreigner residing among you, giving them food and clothing. 19 And you are to love those who are foreigners, for you yourselves were foreigners in Egypt. Deuteronomy 10:17-19

The footage I watched tonight of Rod and Raye in the Democratic Republic of Congo, got me thinking again of the family from DRC whose asylum application I read a few months ago. I don’t think I’ll ever forget their story and the suffering they endured and the pain with which the husband and father recounted to me what had happened to them, even outside the DRC as they sought refuge. They are waiting for the appeal against refusal of their asylum application to be processed.

There can be no doubt that as a Christian and also as an Australian, that we must respond. To do our best to put ourselves in their shoes. To help. Listen. Speak out. Give. Befriend. Change.

And importantly, PRAY.

Some links, in case you’re interested…

The Go Back Series

Sydney Refugee Team

RIDE for Refugees


resisting resistance

Disclaimer: I wrote this almost a week ago but hadn’t come back to post it. Let’s just say that the ante has been upped since I wrote this. Stay tuned.

Sore throat. Late night. Plans change. Late night. No exercise. No space. Late night. Can’t think. What to wear? Can’t write.


I’ve posted about resistance before. This week and to some degree the last few weeks, we have felt increasing resistance to doing the particular things we feel called to. I guess this should not be a surprise – Jesus said somewhere ‘in this life you will have trouble.’ Resistance is always going to come – weekly, if not daily if not hourly.

Resistance really got to me on my Monday off work last week. I had set aside some time to reflect on my heart for missions in our church and to seek God’s wisdom and guidance – I was hoping for half a day. As I sat in the car for the second time, trying without any luck to reach Adam to sort out car logistics, I lost it. I felt so angry, sad and guilty too that for various reasons I was only going to get an hour.

On Saturday, as he prepared for our friend’s live recording, I think I was a channel of resistance to my husband. I was deceived into thinking that what I wore mattered more than anything, expressed in tears and obsessive worrying. Adam was amazingly patient but firm with me. And this helped me crawl out of the sorry pit I had fallen into

Resistance can take many forms, and it probably differs person to person, but in my life it’s generally either some form of spiritual attack or area of sin BUT it can also come in the form of very good and worthy things too. In the latter case, I feel that trying to make priorities and establish some boundaries on our time is part of the key. Discerning where to draw the line can be really hard.  When it comes to the former type of resistance, on the upside…

  1. If it is attack, then it is my hope that I/we must be doing something right to be worthy of attack; and
  2. Whether it is sin or spiritual attack or a bit of a combination, then it is an opportunity to repent, grow in faith and trust in God.

The real test is – how do I deal with it when (not if) it comes? Often I don’t realise that I’m succumbing to the temptations that resistance brings with it – especially the negative personal attacks. I think I see it more clearly than I used to – but there is still endless potential for growth – towards not giving in at all. Perhaps the best battle plan is constantly praying against attack and asking God to help me see it for what it is when it comes, and then resisting it with words of truth – like “God loves me. Nothing can change that.” or “Greater is He who is in me than he who is in the world.” Even declaring them out loud if I can. For I must remember that God is victorious over all my resistance.

How do you deal with resistance?