Gayle showed me yesterday this post from Karen Ashton and I asked if I could republish here. Karen is wonderfully ordinary and wonderfully extraordinary. She has walked and walked and prayed and currently is in the USA on the East coast. Gayle and I met Karen in Romania and she is high up, way high up on those we respect and are provoked by to hunger after Jesus and the ways of the kingdom. If you have a few minutes read her post.
Greetings from Baltimore – Day 12 – Thursday 16th January 2025
So here I sit in Baltimore, it’s difficult to know what to say today … the places and days seem to pass so quickly (in such a blur of pushing through) … and yet so slowly (long, straight roads stretching ahead) … it’s hard to take it all in … and my head is tired (the cold seems to take another level of energy) … but I guess here is a safe place to process my ponderings …
… in so many ways everything here is so familiar (I’ve seen enough tv and movies to have ‘seen it all’) … and yet everything is so very, very different (“guns, loans, gold”, weird showers, no prices, no pavements … just touches the surface) … it feels a long way from home … and there is so much that the glossed over media version doesn’t even begin to touch on … the crumbling around the edges …
… in many ways, after Philadelphia, the last few days have been easier … it can often take a while of walking in a new place for connections to ‘open up’ … (credit to those amazing people who were open enough to be found in the early days) … but connections started to come and I’ve been welcomed and loved and cared for by some incredible people (and had the precious covering of their prayers) … and walking the stretches in between cities can often be lighter … the open space between …
… but as I walked further into this beautiful gateway city of Baltimore … with it’s row houses, vibrant neighbourhoods and glistening waterfront … the wind literally started blowing harder … (and it was an icy wind at that!) … this is a deeply historic city … with a complex past … a fierce, diverse, largely working class rooted community … that has proudly played a significant role in US history … but, some also claim it as the birth place of red-lining (a practice in which financial services are withheld from neighbourhoods that have significant numbers of racial and ethnic minorities) … and have deem it to be a “Tale of Two Cities” … and yet again the difference between neighbourhoods is stark … and as you walk between them, both sides of the ‘American dream’ clearly slap you in the face …
… and as I marched and wandered into and around this city … praying for ancient gates to be opened (for the King of Glory to come in) … I finally found myself arriving at the McHenry fortress … to find the gates literally being shut in front of me (I guess even now, over 200 years later, they still don’t want to let the British in! 😉) … a fairly discouraging (though interesting) end to a long detour …
… and in the face of it all, I wondered again why I’m here … what on earth am I doing here? … little Karen … who’s taken it upon herself to wander over from the edges of Europe … to a whole new continent, that I don’t really have the first clue about … I’ve come from little old Rochdale (the birthplace of Co-operation) … to a nation so recently founded in bloodshed (like most are I guess, if you go back far enough 🤷♀️) … where so many have died (in wars and wars and wars) … when you’re founded in a time of ‘kill or be killed’ … it’s perhaps not surprising that there seems to be so much fear here (and perhaps much to be feared?) … people seem to build their walls high here … and fiercely protect their independence … and their right to ‘defend themselves’ …
…. and I wonder if maybe that’s part of what I’ve been asked to carry through these lands … the opposite spirit … vulnerability … defencelessness … interdependence … his kingdom ways …
… to not be afraid to walk in dark places … not because I’m bigger and stronger and have a gun (I couldn’t be less so) … but because the light shines in the darkness and the darkness will not overcome it … to know his love … his white hot, burning love … and to walk in the power of the knowledge of that love … knowing that perfect love drives out all fear …
… I’ve been reminded a few times on this walk, of walking down from Romania through Turkey to Antioch … following a lot of the routes the early crusades took … armies marching to slaughter thousands, (in the name of Christ – how can we get it so wrong?!) … and being struck, at the time, by the significance of me walking those same routes in completely the opposite spirit … a lone woman … totally vulnerable and defenceless … without any kind of weapon (just a plastic knife to cut up my cheese 😉 ) … not by might, nor by power, but by his Spirit
… and so I guess here I come again … to fight that different kind of war … I come, like my King came, not with an entourage, on a big horse … but just as one little wanderer (with maybe a friend or two) … setting off tomorrow … walking towards Washington DC … the seat of power of a pretty dominant nation … acutely aware that I have nothing to offer, but the love of God … and the seed of his kingdom … a love that overcomes and overwhelms … a love that takes us into real freedom … brings us out from behind our walls, and into the wide open spaces of his kingdom life … a love that calls us not to greatness (in the eyes of this world) … but to humility … ‘that the first would be last’ … ‘that I would love my neighbour as myself’ … a love that calls us to sacrifice … to lay down our lives … a love that caused a King to lay down his life … that’s the kind of kingdom I want to live in … and that’s the kind of King I want to follow …
… and so I pray again for a turning … a turning from the running and the rushing … the pushing forward … the drive to collect more and more to ourselves … the pressure to work and earn and consume … as we struggle to live under Empire … in this extreme, distorted version of capitalism … (where greed seems to go unchecked … and is even praised) … may our eyes be opened to see that our value is not in how much we can consume (despite what all the relentless adverts might tell us!) … may we find the stillness again … may we be still … and make room … find the open spaces … may we hear your still, small voice amongst the clamour … may a spirit of generosity rise up within us … may it not be about what we can get … but about what we can give … may we truly see that we are blessed to be a blessing … and as we choose to walk in that opposite spirit … to live counter-cultural lives … to lower our walls and make ourselves vulnerable … to give and give and give … to love and love and love … may the seeds of your kingdom be planted wherever we walk!
Tomorrow, I’m aiming to walk towards the outskirts of Washington (and will travel to stay with friends in Arlington) … then Saturday we will walk into central DC together … many thanks again to all of you who ‘walk’ with me … I’m so very thankful for you 🙂 … for Christ and for his Kingdom x