Shepherding the Field

This is the Field

Here is the first post from Gaz Kishere. I have known Gaz n Vic (Gaz is the rather tall gentleman in the photo… and Vic – come on you can work it out!) for some 20 or so years, back when they lived in Bournemouth, and in recent years have heard bits and pieces about what they are up to in Athens. I asked Gaz if he would stick a few posts up here this month. Enjoy!


By way of an introduction my name is Gaz Kishere, dunked a Baptist at 18, Anglicanised because they let me play drums at 22, then a decade exploring the 90’s phenomenon of youth church in club culture and all things church unity.

Somewhere in there we managed to have 4 children and now have 4 grand children.

What I write below are really glimpses of my journey which I hope will provoke interest and folks will push me to draw down my learning. Till now, in terms of speaking back to the body, I am largely silent.

It was 1993, I was told that I had a face like a slapped arse when Roger and Sue Mitchel prayed a Pastoral anointing over me. To me it seemed that during the secret Santa hand out i’d been given a Mrs Miggins Pie Shop embossed tea towel. Nothing of that title spoke of daring adventure or dynamism.

The last three years of my life in organised Christianity was spent as pastor of our ragamuffin crew of co-workers and people we had helped navigate a way from institutionalism to find, for me, we had only travelled a few feet from such ideas.

It was a beautiful human being from YWAM called Jeff Pratt showing up in town which was the final nail in the coffin. He was one of those troubling empathic Jesus types who asks actual questions, ones where everything in you rushes to your mouth to share the truth. ‘Hows things with you guys’? he asked ‘Awful’ I replied , ‘we are burned out and feel total fakers, do we wait to be found out or just confess that we don’t really do people’.

We had considered stepping back for a few months now, doing it all properly, a smiling face handover masking the trauma. Jeff asked how long do you have left in you… my answer ‘Two Weeks !’

It was unfair of me as an extreme introvert who has learned to engage for the sake of others, to suggest I don’t enjoy being around people. I would not discover for another decade that it was simply the wrong context, the fold. We had overstayed beyond our shelf life and my memory of it is that we left with our hair on fire, running.

After 6 years working in community development and counter human trafficking (sex exploited children), my wife and I felt compelled to work in Athens where we have been engaged in the refugee crisis for the last 4 years.

I would like to suggest that this dislodging from the known and the inherited was prophetic and at no point was born out of a desire to leave church, but to pursue it. It was and continues to be a revelation to me what constraints I have had to cast off along the way. I would though have to confess that as one who organised the body to gather in prayer and seek prophetic pathways, I could no longer pray for God to make a space for us, the saints, and for nobody to walk in and occupy it. This was a conflicted time for me trying to live more holistically, move forwards and at the same time not wanting to cause more wounds in the land or to the body.

My first formal meeting in Athens to discuss Child Protection from exploitation would set the scene for most of our time here. I met a young lady in a coffee shop to discuss doing a workshop with unaccompanied Iranian and Afghan minors.

15 minutes into conversation she broke down in tears, talking about burn out and dysfunctions in team and the project.

Have you ever felt made for a moment? I felt like the accumulation of everything I had done, every season I had walked through, my dislodging from inherited thinking and structures was for now.

I simply said ‘I can help with that, I can help with all of that if you let me’.

Since that moment I have been working with grass roots projects, workers, leaders, founders in what I can only refer to as helping them come to fullness.

I invest in them, and I work with them to challenge and uproot ‘life and outcomes limiting structures and organisational cultures’.

I view all of these people, none of them Christian, to be about the work of the Kingdom. All of whom fight for justice, stand between the oppressor and the oppressed, people who break themselves at the feet of the least and the disinherited.

It is in this field, I can finally accept the words ‘shepherd’, and I have.

Everything that is both right and wrong about organised Christianity has prepared me to arrive here and be useful. Having said this, it is my current opinion that very little of organised Christianity can help me stand here. It is not the well that I drink from, nor the context of my learning.

I have deeply imbedded myself amongst those who have not needed to re enter the land nor come from no such alternative universe as the church. They have only, always dwelled fully in the creation, responding to its groans.

I have undergone an immersion, a re baptism back into culture, back into society alongside Kingdom people. The reality of those I see, and what they do, it screams to me that these were their works, prepared in advance for them to do at their conception. I know there is no kingless kingdom, but I cannot ever say they do not flow from the same king as I.

I stand with ordinary extraordinary people who are getting on with it.

This is the field.

7 thoughts on “Shepherding the Field

  1. That’s so beautiful thanks for sharing…
    A few weeks ago I had a sense and shared with my spiritual mentor…
    ‘Church’ in the fields and smiled deep as ai pinged this on what’s app to them.
    Then by prompt I have been able to resurrect an old Mac with something ‘heart to heart’ I was given by Him 2012 when I was at deaths door, then brought back to life..

    It’s along the lines about church as is has been without walls, without doors, without ceilings just about a move of his spirit like never before + the sound of pop corn out in the open and the lid being lifted off in what cannot be lockdown of his kingdom inside us..

    It only takes one kernel… for the catalyst to birth and where the heat is on- fields of white …

    Thanks for letting me share- your friends are awesome!

    1. much of the emerging language adopted by church is a self evident truth… it talks about the need to deconstruct.
      its been facinating that during covid so many, even in my home town have had services online, all with the strapline ‘church is not JUST the building’. I am afraid ive always had to add the comment ‘remove the just – and your somewhere close’.
      Ive been annoyed these last few days as i saw an image on someones timeline that i have not been able to find. It was willy wonka saying… ‘You say that church is not the building – but you live in a way that says it is the building’.

      I think its something we have to explore as individuals… as we inquire of God, as we move closer to those in society…’ what does this shift in my understanding of church mean for me in my life and being the church’
      If, like the institution we are asking how to take the doors off, instead of saying ‘ok lets start again’ we will spend a lifetime as part of a very slow demolition team instead of finding God was always in the creation calling us to works there.

  2. Thank you. I know Martin a little from his trips to Plymouth in the UK. My son, beautiful Christian turned beautiful atheist along with his girlfriend have also spent some time in Athens, stopping off from their cycling around Europe to work at khora for a while. Ro, Ben’s girlfriend is the author of https://iwitnesschildmigration.home.blog/2020/06/22/out-of-sight-out-of-mind-where-are-all-the-homeless-children/
    Its good to be reminded of how connected we are even when you feel a bit out on a limb.
    Keep up the good work. (I’ve read backwards from Martin’s post on 2020 to 2022 so have found out a bit more of your church experience. Pretty sure Ben would empathise, though he might not be quite as honouring. 🙂

Comments are closed.

Do NOT follow this link or you will be banned from the site!