Strangers and Foreigners

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Last weekend I was privileged to be invited by YMCA White Rose (through my friend Jonathan) to join him on a trip to Budapest where we met folk from KIE (the YMCA in Hungary) and explore possible link projects back to our shared North Sheffield base.

Amongst our many conversations, there was one theme I seemed to keep coming back to – it was the very one that Erzsebet (local KIE leader) had offered for discussion at the Saturday  night youth group – that of “Strangers and Foreigners”. It is perhaps not strange that many of the young people wanted to question, and indeed understand, why the UK had recently voted to leave the EU. It was indeed news to them that whilst England and Wales had both voted in favour of “leave”, the North of Ireland and Scotland had voted “remain”. Indeed that the margins of the result, the divisive nature of the campaign itself, had left many of us with a feeling of not being sure who “we” are and what the future for us holds. I also suggested that in my experience, that the vote was not just about “nationalism”, and indeed any nationalism demonstrated in the victorious Brexit campaign was some particular form of English Nationalism rather than a UK or British Nationalism (regardless of how this was being portrayed within or beyond our boundaries).

These conversations have led me to once again return to the idea of identity, national and other, and to try and understand what part place and space might play in my personal identity (as well as that of my friends and neighbours).

I openly admit I struggle (and always have) to have any sense of what it means to be “English” – I can cope with some sense of being British, in that it is the place where I have spent my life. I acknowledge that the relative wealth I enjoy as a part of this nation (still around the 5th richest in the world) the result of years of imperial power and our part in the slave trade, and because of our status as a successful trading nation. But I cannot identify with being English – I don’t know what it means, I don’t feel an ownership. I’m not being (no matter what politicians and others might hint) unpatriotic in saying this, it just doesn’t feature as part of my identity.

I can say “I’m a Yorkshireman” (and a Northerner) – to me these identify characteristics that I do own. I can feel a pride at times in my “call a spade a spade” bluntness, I feel attached to a history of industrial heritage, of mill towns, coal and steel that I feel a has provided a sense of gritty resilence to many of us living in this part of the world. Indeed I can own a sense of Britishness, born out of a history that I and my family through generations have been a part of (one of my ancestors even sailed with Captain Cook to plant the British flag on “undiscovered” parts of the globe) – and even when these exploits do not bring me a sense of pride (for example the wealth we gained as a nation through systems of slavery and oppression) I still acknowledge it is a part of me. But, I have no concept of Englishness, and when confronted with Little Englander nationalism the more I start to feel a stranger in my own land.

The Bible tells me (Galatians 3.28): “There is neither Jew nor Gentile, neither slave nor free, nor is there male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.” my discipleship calls me to identify in this way above the labels the world would set for me. Our UK Prime Minister famously, and recently, said: “If you believe you’re a citizen of the world, you’re a citizen of nowhere…” but that makes me really ask myself what this daughter of an Anglican Vicar also makes of Phillipians 3.20 “…we are citizens of heaven…”

All I can say is this, as I was invited and welcomed into Erzsebets home, as I spent Saturday evening with this group of young people in a cellar in Budapest, and as I sat in St Stephens Basilica on Sunday morning attending a Catholic Mass, in Hungarian and Latin (of which I confess to knowing little of either) I didn’t feel like a stranger and foreigner. As we shared food, sang songs together, and as the faithful shook hands and shared the peace, I knew I was home – a citizen of heaven, belonging and beloved.

 

 

 

 

Love Your Neighbour

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Today is June 6th, 72 years ago “Allied” forces fought on the beaches of Northern France in the D-Day landings to start the liberation of Europe from the horrors of Nazism. Thankfully Europe has not seen war in its midst on such a scale since, although sadly it continues in other parts of the globe. Europe however, is facing it’s own very real crisis of identity and politics – the upcoming EU Referendum in Britain is but one part of this.
Whatever the result on the 23rd June the thing that now seems clearest is that from the 24th we will be left with a dis-United Kingdom. It is unlikely that either “side” will win a convincing majority, and  it is quite possible that Scotland, Wales, the North of Ireland will each vote differently to England. Whether #Brexit or #Bremain win the day it is  unlikely that we will have arrived at a view about what being a UK citizen in the 21st Century looks and feels like. The big questions the debate has helped open up will remain; “what do we  (UK) stand for” “who we are” as a nation will still be open to disagreement.
The debate on each side has been dominated by economics and immigration policy – and each side has used its share of negativity and “fear” projections. Each side has also contained its own progressive and reactionary elements within it, at times adding more confusion and haze and fog to an already unclear picture of the true direction of travel following whichever outcome triumphs.
A a Christian I believe that our voting on the day, and our reactions to the result and the re-forming process beyond should largely rest on two key commands (Mark 12. 30-31):
“Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’ [and] ‘Love your neighbour as yourself.’ There is no commandment greater than these.”
Of course the question that underlies this command, and that any demands our prayerful thought before June 23rd, and constant consideration beyond is “who is [our] neighbour?” (Luke 10.29). Now clearly we live in a world where nowadays it obvious that there is a legitimacy in regarding every person from every nation as our neighbours, so we  need to dig deeper in our response to avoid well intended but essentially glib responses. In my life I’ve had many neighbours; some of them have been good friends, they’ve dropped round for a chat, they’ve helped out in times of need. I’ve also had bad neighbours, neighbours who were noisy, neighbours who have kicked down my door and even stolen from me.
Of course, the Bible tells us of Jesus response to the who is my neighbour question. It’s there in the Parable of the Good Samaritan – once again reminding us that we don’t pick and choose our neighbours, in the same way that good neighbours don’t pick and choose when to do the right thing.  Now of course, if we truly loved our neighbour (and they loved us) in or out would make no difference because the end result would be the same – Love  requires us to do what is best not just for ourselves but our neighbour too, as such love needs no treaty to ensure it is fulfilled.
Whatever the result is declared on 24th June will have a profound effect on the UK , it will undoubtedly effect our own domestic political landscape, it is likely to lead to further questions around the nature of Union and Devolution within the UK, and will also demand further examination of what “Britishness” and being a UK Citizen mean in the 21st century.  How we relate to each other within the UK, Europe and the rest of the world as good neighbours will all need examination following the referendum result, I hope that it is a challenge that Christians will be up to.