Showing posts with label Business As Mission. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Business As Mission. Show all posts

Monday, 25 May 2015

AMEN Conference 2015 'Rest/Study Day' - Friday

I admit I tend to go at life relentlessly.  I insisted that we should have planning sessions for both this August's Multiply trip to Kenya, and next March's to Rwanda while both Gregory and Rukundo were available.  This meant an early start for both of them to travel to Central Offices.  But the meetings were invaluable. 

First Janet rolled up with the back of her car full of tables for the sewing/tailoring project in Nairobi.  We've got ourselves on a very tight schedule since finding out the container leaves from Cambridge next Wednesday.  She also showed us the colourful pin-cushions and needle-cases that the Birmingham congregation had produced.  Viv texted to say that set-up in the marquee was running late, and he wouldn't make it to the meeting.

We ploughed through the action points from our last get-together.  The first hot topic was the guys' overland minibus trip from Nairobi to Kampala.  Gregory announced that we'd fit in an extra conference at Nakuru.  It all seemed to hinge on an early start leaving Nairobi, about which I was constitutionally doubtful.  No matter.  The next day Eldoret, as planned, then on to Kimilili.  Four more hours' travel and a whole day conference: a bit tight. 

Then Trevor dropped in that his old friend Cornelius wanted us to visit his tribal work en route to Kampala.  This entails crossing into to Uganda on a 'B' road, and a bout of after-dinner tribal dancing to accommodate their warm hospitality.  Mental note - take your own mosquito net.  Finally we rendezvous with Janet and Hilary in Kampala.  "It's all looking very tight.  Can't we take longer?" someone commented.  "Well the programme wasn't before all this was crammed in." I countered.  One consolation emerged - we'd probably get a free afternoon to visit Lake Victoria when the following weekend commitments were over.  And Viv may get the drive the minibus back to Nairobi while the rest of us fly.

Crunch point number two was the need for a proper business plan for the sewing/tailoring project.  All through AMEN is emerged that the international guys are wonderful pastors and preachers, but the well-intentioned practical support we try to roll out just falls over through lack of planning and oversight.  Ed is on everyone's case for a business plan and a 'champion'.  Gregory 'gets it', but already has his hands full.

By this time the skeleton team for Rwanda had arrived, so we swapped over and began round two.  "We simply must get a better idea of what the community support and income earning projects need," Ed and John agreed.   Around the table we chorus, "You never told us that!" as Rukundo explains that the two tons per month of grain that his wife has been grinding to sell in the market, first has to be washed and spread out to dry.  Basic mis-assumptions.  So John and Jenny will go for ten day in mid-September - in fact as they had partly planned to do last year.  We have several ideas for small scale income-earning business projects.  But the need is to get the right supervision in place.  "Rwanda is littered with broken equipment donated by NGOs," he's told John. 

Rukundo clarifies that the two halves of his community we're to visit are 90km apart.  Further stretch on the programme.  We've also planned to go to Burundi, but the present unrest casts doubt on this.  "It will be alright when the election is over," Rukundo assures.  It seems that this is pretty average for Africa. 

It takes me all afternoon to consolidate the action points.  Then I grab some tea at the Farm and walk to Cornhill for the evening event.  Mary is waiting.  Driving the minibus on the way to stay at New Kings, I collect my luggage from the Farm.  They made me very welcome.

Wednesday, 14 January 2015

All Quiet in Liverpool

Strong winds and high seas were pounding the west coast.  "I quite fancy the idea of going up to Formby or Crosby to see it",  I suggested to Ian.  He'd asked us if we'd got anything in mind for Saturday afternoon.  We'd already cancelled our customary Friday evening outreach outside Sainsburys by the University tram stop.  Mary couldn't guarantee keeping the barbecue from blowing over.  Then we'd had a blustery drive over the Snake Pass and along the M62 before lunch.  Apparently, flights from the United States were arriving in Europe up to two hours early.

Mark was away in Cornerstone (Birmingham) for the weekend.  "For his annual hair-cut", one wag suggested.  Blaze was away with Dave in Leicester, Chris had been admitted to hospital with pneumonia, and Moira had a bad cold.

After lunch, Ian was keeping an eye on the children, while Lil and Kerry went to buy a sewing machine from the local charity shop, and then tried out all its fancy stitches.  He was in a good frame, obviously having benefitted from the central Church events over the past two or three weeks.  We chatted on-and-off, and I read a conference paper from The Global Think-Tank on Business As Mission (BAM).  We've got to get our act together to help our Multiply partners with developing business plans, ahead of the summer visit to Kenya and Uganda.  I don't know why I say 'we', as it's basically down to me to scope.

Because we'd cancelled the barbecue, we had a big box of donated cream cakes left over, so they constituted a 'Red Cross' parcel for the deprived saints of Merseyside.  Not too deprived - they've got a nice new coffee machine.  I mentioned to Ian that we'd been singing a few new songs, and we rolled out a couple before the evening bible study on John chapter 1.  It was great having Kerry playing, too; but Ian and I were the only guys.

As I lay in bed, I hoped to enjoy the sound of the winds, but Mary and I were on the wrong side of the house.  By Sunday morning, the gales had blown out.

We arrived early at the Arche, for our morning meeting.  Usually the back yard section is alive with ducks and chickens, part of the charity's social enterprise activity.  Today it was bare.  "Oh," I commented to Nick, "don't tell me they all voted for Xmas?"  "Well, they were here last week," he added thoughtfully.  It was due to be his 60th birthday, and back at Lighthouse, they'd put up balloons and made him a generous jam and fresh cream cake (with candles).

He normally does the after-lunch washing-up.  But I nipped into the kitchen, and Wayne and I got stuck in instead.  Wayne worked like a machine, keeping up with the draining, drying and stacking as fast as I was simply washing.

I was due to take the evening bible study in Sheffield, so Mary and I got away at 3pm.  On the way to the motorway I thought I could here the rhythmic rumble-plap-plap of a (very) flat tyre.  But, stopping and checking, it wasn't us.  I got stuck behind a real Sunday driver in Glossop, and negotiated the whole Snake Pass at nothing more than 30mph.  Down at the Jesus Centre, "Gender in the Church" went well.  Even John, our gritty heckling old Pentecostal, appreciated the exchanges.

On Monday morning, Jack asked me where the heavy-duty wheel brace had got to.  Our car had a completely flat back tyre.