I’ve been attending a Church in our town for the last 28 years. I was 17 years old when we first arrived there and it has been my spiritual home since then. I’ve been through the trials of establishing a career, relationships highs and lows, even three years I spent abroad felt like I was sent from this Church, this building and these people. I got married in this building and we actually met our adopted children in this building (as they were fostered by another member of the congregation).
Last week there was a horrendous fire in the building that basically destroyed the main part of the Church, where all those events I’d mentioned above had happened. Thankfully no-one was hurt and the Church continues in another building. What’s struck me though this week is just how attached I have become to that building. What that place represents and how it was taken from us has rocked me to my core.
Coincidentally (are there ever coincidences?) in the news we have been bombarded with the tragic refugee crisis all over the world. Thousands of people fleeing from terrible home environments – being forced out with nothing to their names and trying desperately to find another home. Being displaced in the true sense of the word. It’s caused a great wave of compassion and criticism from people across the board.
And then I’ve also been reminded again about our children. They have been displaced many times some of them. I know that I will grow to love the new building we are in as it’s still Church, it’s the people, the community and God. But for my children that feeling of displacement must be a deep and sometimes crippling experience. Whilst many of the memories I have of what I’ve lost are great memories, my children’s are not. Whatever those memories were it was still home – it was still all they had known and the pain is more so for them because they won’t get to see those people again.
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Of course much like the refugee crisis the ideal place for children to be is with their birth families and safe. If that can not happen then the next best thing is in another family and safe. I hope I can always tap into the empathy needed to truly understand their lives. The displacement I feel at the moment will go away I know. I will find that sense of belonging again as I will not give up on my spiritual journey – it is too important to me. I hope I can find the same depth of commitment towards my children’s struggle as they go through the teenage years and find their own places in this world, and be able to show more compassion than criticism towards them in their moments of displacement.