Revival and revolution

I have a cold so this entry may lack research and statistics and quantitative data.

A few weeks back I wrote speculatively about the consequences of a revival in the country. Specifically I wrote about the impact on the jobs market. Very few people are talking about revival and the political and economic implications of it. That makes it even more important to talk about in the event that it ever takes place.

Historically there have been revivals which have influenced the UK. Many people believe that revivals are the soft version of revolutions, a kind of non-violent turning of the tables. There has been a lot which has been written about how revivals have prevented revolutions and as a result many people see revivals as a kind of soft compromise position. The truth of this is not known as there are very few people alive today who have seen a genuine, influential revival.

What we have, in the Christian community, is a very hazy vision of what a revival should look like. Choruses like 'Revival' by Robin Mark offer an idealistic interpretation:

"From the preacher 
preaching when the well is dry
To the lost soul 
reaching for a higher high 
From the young man 
working through his hopes and fears
To the widow 
walking through the veil of tears
Every man and woman 
every old and young
Every father’s daughter, 
every mother’s son."

Apart from the obvious fact that 'every old and young' is a lousy line, the general emphasis of the chorus is nicely idealistic and inclusive. If the Church were to offer an alternative political viewpoint in the face of Labour and Conservative consensus then that may not be such a bad thing (whether it is the Church's job to do that is another matter). But perhaps that is not such a strange idea.

There is little unity on the issue in Christian circles. Many believers take a more pessimistic view of the future and see no great revival which will make things better. They see things getting worse and a kind of 'remnant' being left who believe. This would seem to square nicely with some of the trends about those who no longer call themselves Christians (e.g. the census information). There are many others who are deeply cynical about the subject and conspiracy theories abound about 'Joel's Army' and Kundalini-influenced events. Others see the European Union as a kind of revived Roman empire which will quash all liberty in faith matters. Only the Christian imagination could come up with such a bold, persistent statement.

Historically the media has dealt with revivals in a haphazard way. The Welsh revival was covered by many newspapers and the reports were both positive or negative (depending on the opinion of the writer). In the film Elmer Gantry, the reporter Jim Lefferts remains cynical throughout (and in this case, rightly so). But the issue is still seen as newsworthy. It is not something that must be taboo because it deals with spirituality and God.

Thinking people can't look at the current floods in the UK and entirely sideline God when it comes to the blame game. Personally I think it is intellectually insulting to do so. It may be the fault of the jet stream, but many believe that God has allowed the jet stream to do the damage. Of course, if you don't believe in God you are spared from these kind of thoughts. Which is just as well because they are all pretty grim and entirely useless. Better to blame floods and man-flu on the Government as politicians are usually visible and pretend to be accountable. It may not be rational to do so, but it is satisfying.

But if a God can allow the floods to take place, why can't he allow a flood of love and mercy to fill the nation? If God is permissive, or neglectful enough to allow negative events to occur then why is the permissiveness always in disaster... or ridiculous man-flu?

I have a fairly hazy vision of what a revival should be myself and I imagine that should one occur in my lifetime it would not be as I expect. I can insist with God that it is a liberating revival and quote "Where the Spirit of the Lord is there is freedom" until I sneeze over an invisible angel, but the fact is that there are a whole host of people who are not concerned with any kind of freedom. If a revival popped up in the future and it was a stifling, legislative nightmare then all that would be left for me and my belief system would be to be a little saddened by God.

There are some days when I really think there should be a revolution. Maybe that would make things better. Maybe a revolution would turn the tables and bring peace and freedom. But a revival would be more long lasting. And a revival would make things better for most people. Whether this is a soft-compromise solution, I will leave to your judgement.

Lost diaries

I learned from a fairly young age that I have to be careful about what I write. It wasn't even the journalism training which taught me this - I learned it way before then, back at school.

When I was 16 I decided to start to write my first diary. It seemed like a good idea at the time - I would be able to express my most intimate thoughts and I would be able to record all of life's injustices (because there are a lot more injustices when you are young).

At the time I was a bit envious of my best friend because he was better looking than me and got more attention from girls. So I wrote about this in my diary, writing the person's name (see how I still have to be careful?) and then writing... " my best friend…and not." I had written some negative things about teachers and other people at school too. But it was this expression of envy towards my best friend that would cause the trouble.

Writers live or die over and over by the sword. I made the mistake of taking my diary to school in my bag one day. On that day I left my bag unattended for a while. A couple of friends (including my best friend) decided that it would be funny to look in my bag while I wasn't around. When I returned I didn't know they had read the diary.

The next day, a poster was put on a wall in school with all the names of people who were in line to be voted as possible school reps. My name was there and someone had written in ink next to my name " – best friend…and not.’

It was one of those horrible heart-stopping moments in which you can hear the blood pumping to your brain. I knew what had happened straight away and I was very embarrassed. It took a long time and an apology from me for my friend to forgive me. Other people just looked at me with disapproval for a while.

This was all long before Facebook or Twitter or blogs were around. The world has changed and there are a lot more opportunities for people to offend others (often in public). There are a lot of pressures in the writing world. Bloggers will often say: "I write what I want," but the truth is that most of us are desperately trying not to alienate one person or the other. And the laws of libel and defamation still apply - so whether there is the illusion of freedom of expression or not, the truth is that there are constraints on what most people can say. Some people, obviously, just don't care what others think. But that doesn't mean that they are writing with freedom. Writing freely is partly about being able to write what you want to write - but if what you are writing is always ugly, if it is always negative then where is the real freedom? That freedom should include being able to write beauty.

I suppose writers want to discover a freedom in writing. I know that I do. A feeling that you can say some things without other people immediately taking offence or people looking at you with disapproval.

And it is still true that the first writing commandment should be followed: "Thou shalt not be a pretentious arse".

I don't know what happened to that old diary. It is a shame because I managed to document a lot of life's injustices in it. And it was powerful stuff - even life would have blushed. Maybe life felt that the things I had on it were too dangerous to be in the world and organised a miraculous spontaneous combustion of the diary pages. Or maybe it just wanted to teach me a lesson.

Merry Christmas

Hope you have a great Christmas and New Year. If all else fails go into survival mode...

What Rocks Your World trailer

This is the video I created for What Rocks Your World.

What Rocks Your World - in print!

Finally the day has come. The careers book which I’ve edited and proofread has been published in print. There have been a lot of hours put into this project by both the author and myself. The challenge now will be to advertise and market it to the best of my ability. This is going to take press releases and a whole load of social marketing. Without the £7m Christmas advertising budget of John Lewis, we are going to have to get imaginative (or else pull off a major publicity stunt).

The main thing will be to get young people to hear about What Rocks Your World. Because it’s a book which is designed to help them to get their dream jobs and identify their existing skills and talents. It’s these skills which employers are looking for and which young people don’t always know that they have. In fact that is true for all people, not just the young. It’s the collateral which employers know (or should know) has value. The only way that young people can be manipulated into despondency is by persuading them that they don’t have this value. So what the book does is to inspire people and remind them that they have worth.

It has been a labour of passion for the author, who has put in a lot of effort and used her own talents and knowledge to help others. And that is what the book is all about – helping those who are struggling to know what they want to do in life - to capture and channel their imaginations.

If you, or anyone you know, needs some excellent careers direction then please take a look at this resource. It is available now as an ebook and in print from Amazon here.

Also, please take a look at the website www.whatrocksyourworld.com.

A modern ghost story for halloween

Here is a story for halloween 2013. As this blog is called 'Stories Make the World Go 'Round' it would defraud you if there weren't any stories here. It is a re-write of a previous story - this version is a little darker, but without being gory. There are a few experimental techniques in which I am 'telling not showing' and using too much description (writers will know what I mean), but the general idea is to tell a modern ghost story and introduce some foreshadowing through simile and metaphor. The main story acts as a frame story to Ben's mini ghost story. The characters are supposed to be unlikable, but I'm aware that some people like the uglier characters. There are a few other techniques in there but I'll spare you the details. It is supposed to be in the line of Poe, James etc. Enjoy.

Off the shores of England there are many secluded coves. This ancient land is mysterious – and there are still mysteries which are not understood even in the harsh light of science and the dull glow of the digital revolution.

The fear the three privileged English university students felt as they sat on the beach was real enough. They huddled together surrounded by whispers, winds and shadows. And the curtain between worlds was as secure as a shroud (so they felt).

It was dusk, and the moon, now waning, cast the only comforting spell of light. It was not the only spell to be cast that night.

Ben, the unofficial leader of the group had taken them there. It had been his idea. But the fire they had planned to light hadn’t materialised. The pebbly beach wasn’t even comfortable to sit on. The driftwood was wet through from a recent downpour. It had all seemed like such a good idea at the time from the comfort of their expensive tents. The plan had been to go down to the cove, to light a fire, to tell each other ghost stories and to drink champagne. But the fire hadn’t lit and no-one could think of any stories. Besides, it was cold. It was becoming a holiday they wanted to forget.

Ben would have felt the blame emanating from the other two students if he was sensitive. But he wasn’t, he was rich, he was charming, but that was all. He stood up and looked across at the fading light. The rocks at the side of the cove seemed to silhouette eerie faces in the dusk light. Here were the chin and nose of a witch. Further along there appeared to be some kind of claw pointing towards the sky. All of the rocks were rounded from the constant erosion of the tide and wind. The whole cove was familiar with loneliness and dark nights, wise to the sea and its caresses.

“It’s too cold,” said Ellie, “I’m going back to the tent.”

The darkness of the sea seemed to saturate Ellie’s soul like a chill. The way back to their campsite and their three tents was up a set of steep steps and the pull of a warm sleeping bag was strong.

“Don’t be such a girl.” said Ben. “just listen to the sea.”

Ellie didn’t care to listen to the sea. It had become too dark and she reached for her iPhone, stood and took a picture of Ben. The flash from the camera lit up his startled face.

“I’m going to upload this to show everyone what an arse you are.”

“Do what you want,” said Ben, oblivious even to her taunt.

The waves of the sea seemed to scrape across the pebbles in the cove like a claw. The sound became more and more unnerving to the students as the waves dragged the pebbles forward and back.

“Don’t you think it sounds as if the sea is making love to the cove?”

Ben wanted to lighten the mood and he wanted to sleep with Hannah, the third student. He was willing to play along as long as he could get what he wanted. He wanted Ellie to go. He wouldn’t have minded if she had walked into the sea and not come back.

“Go back if you want to Ellie. Hannah will stay, won’t you?”

Hannah nodded but said nothing.

All Ben could think of was that he wanted Ellie to leave. He wanted Hannah to be so scared that she drew near to him so that he could hold her.

Ellie took a swig straight from the champagne bottle and sat down again. She knew what Ben wanted to do and was determined to stop him out of spite and out of the prudishness which she had inherited from her mother.

“Someone tell a story then,” said Hannah.

Ben realised it would have to be him.

“Once upon a time…” he began.

“Once upon a time – who says that anymore?” said Ellie.

“Once upon a time there was a monster named William.”

“This is crap.”

“There was a monster named William who talked to himself…”

“Complete bull…”

“Will you let me at least tell the story? Once upon a time there was a monster named William who haunted a cave in a cove on a beach very much like this one. William, was a talkative monster who often spoke to himself. All he could hear was the echo of his own voice in the cove, being a monster on his own. A lonely monster. So he would talk to himself in the middle of the night….”

“is this autobiographical?”

“…one night William the monster said to himself:” at this point Ben put on a suitably monstrous sounding voice: “‘I have seen ornaments move their heads and wink at me. I have seen dolls turn their heads. I have seen a witch the size of a giant race through a town in broad daylight…I have seen a strange, eerie creature crushed in the middle of a dark Irish road…

“Was it a leprechaun?”

Hannah looked scared and spoke for the first time, being drunk and melancholy on champagne.

“Why was the monster named after your father?”

That was when the whole atmosphere in the cove shifted - like the sudden singing of a lament. Like a turning down of the lights.

And that was when it happened.

Across the surface of the sea the three students watched horrified as a figure approach them, walking on the water.

"It's a ghost," said Hannah, standing and grabbing Ben’s hand.

"There are no ghosts!" replied Ben. Ben didn’t believe in anything supernatural. He believed in logic, reason, Dawkins and hedonism.

But it was a ghost.

Of a kind.

It came from the sea, a strange silhouette at first. It walked on the surface of the water. The only light which came from it came from its eyes which blazed red, like an old digital clock.

Its head was lowered. But as it approached, the students could see its hair moving like a black nest of snakes.

They wanted to run. All of them wanted to run, but it was as if they couldn’t, it was as if they were in a dream and they were destined to simply watch events.

The ghost spoke to them from the edge of the sea in a siren-call, like the wild song of a high wind.

"Do you think I am a manatee?"

Nobody spoke.

“Do you think I am a mermaid perhaps?”

Ben finally spoke up: ”There are no such things as mermaids or ghosts. They are myths.”

His lip quivered.

The silhouette simply stood there, the dark sea behind.

Ben continued: “We’re just trying to have a laugh."

"A laugh?" whispered the figure.

“You’re a Gorgon,” said Hannah, as if it had been revealed to her from Heaven.

The figure turned slightly allowing a slither of moonlight to illuminate what could never have been called a face. The three students wondered how providence, once so kind, could allow what was happening to them to take place. Wind swept around its snake hair.

“We are destined to make the hearts of our victims grow so very cold. We are the source of the evil-eye of folklore. We are everywhere. And we are ready now.”

Ben was secretly attempting to back away from the whole situation and was about to run. Meanwhile Ellie was fumbling for her iphone. She found the phones camera function and reversed the view. Then she raised her mobile high. Triumphantly.

The silhouette walked closer and looked at itself in the small screen of the camera. And the ancient creature smiled.

“Did you think I will turn myself into stone?” it asked.

Close up the students could see that the creature had barnacles on its skin. For a dress it wore seaweed, bladder-wrack wrapped around its body. And close up the students could see that its hair wasn’t snakes. It was eels. They writhed and squirmed, as if held their against their will.

That was when figure caught the eye of Hannah. The student felt her blood freeze as her heart turned as cold as ice and snow. Then, like snowflakes her body simply blew away in the pummel of a wind which came out from the sea.

It was beautiful. It was like a dandelion being blown. One moment Hannah had been there, the next she had turned to snow and her body blew away in a gust of flakes. The beauty of the destruction was the thing which made it so disturbing to both Ben and Ellie. It was so sudden yet so gentle.

“Where is Hannah?” said Ben, finally believing. Hannah had completely gone and there was not even a trace of her.

“I’m doing this so that a further darkness will fill your country and your kind. So that the hearts of your people will grow colder and colder. So that our kind will thrive.

And the ancient creature stood in the middle of the darkness and laughed a wild siren-song.

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” screamed Ellie, flinging her phone at the creature. It missed and the light disappeared into the sea like hope dying. Ellie turned to Ben, “Do something!” she shouted.

But he was staring at the creature. And it stared back straight into Ben’s eyes.


So the land’s judgment began there. The creature caught the eyes of each student. And each of them felt their blood freeze as their hearts turned as cold as ice and snow. Then, like snowflakes their bodies simply blew away in the pummel of the coastal wind which had come.


And a further darkness filled the country, like the opening of a Pandora’s Box. As if a multitude of furies had been released from storehouses, like snowflakes, each unique. Like an army of cruel ironies, intimate and individual in their messages of death. So that the hearts of the people grew colder.


And the ancient creature stood in the middle of the darkness, knowing that morning, with her gentle mercies would never come.

Alternative view of the future

Firstly I am no prophet.

I recently spent a very tedious hour listening to a video from a popular financial magazine which 'speculated' on the economic future of the UK. They didn't call themselves prophets, just 'informed speculators'. They predicted an economic collapse in Britain. And in the end they offered a handbook for anyone who wanted to know how to protect their money and investments when it all hits the fan (as long as a subscription to their magazine was taken out).

We are in a huge financial crisis and many people are suffering. People are concerned about their jobs and about survival. It's natural. The only people who are talking about Christian revivals and awakenings are Christians and a few of our Illuminati friends who also want to take over the world (joke). Seriously, it isn't about wanting to rule the world for most Christians.

But historically, revivals have happened before and therefore they can happen again. You've got to be pragmatic. Most people don't know quite how much past revivals have influenced communities - they have happened when things have seemed so bleak in countries and they have changed things forever for many people.

This is just a blog entry with some of my (possibly naive) thoughts about the subject and I don't want to go into the definition of revivals or pretend that this is an academic piece. For those who don't know, I am basically talking about a renewed interest in Christianity among the people of a nation. I am talking about a lot of people becoming Christians all at once and existing Christians feeling and showing the love which Christ talked about.

The mainstream Christian view of revival is that it should be inclusive. I like this version, but true revivals haven't always been like that. So believers argue with each other about whether a revival is good for the people (and selfishly, whether it is good for us).

Is a revival good for jobs? There is a scene in the Bible in which Paul (arguably one of the first revivalists) is opposed by someone who realizes he will lose his business if a revival happens. So he opposes the movement.

Fast forward 2000 years and this scene is replayed today. There are many people who automatically oppose any kind of renewed interest in Christianity because they fear it will be bad for their business. What would happen to Wonga.com and the pay-day lenders? Or, separately, what about the drugs trade?

It is expected that drug dealers would oppose any interest in Christ because they could lose their customers. Love is bad for business, you see?

So is a revival always bad for jobs? What about the arms trade - a huge employer in this country? Would people change jobs? Or the sex-industry? What would happen to it? If a revival causes more people to be more socially active in causes then who would be the winners and who would be the losers in an awakening?

And if a revival is bad for jobs then why not oppose it? Why not fight it along with those with vested interests in opposing it? The secularists already oppose it because of their ideology. The politicians oppose it because it would mean they would need to hold integrity and it is a little too close to a revolution for their liking. The revolutionaries oppose it because it isn't radical enough. The drug dealers oppose it because it would be bad for their business. Some new-age businesses oppose it because it could be bad for the trade in new-age paraphernalia (even if it is seen as part of the long-awaited paradigm shift). And everyone else has huge doubts about whether a revival would be good for the country or not.

Some industries would win out. Those in the caring industry would probably find increased resources and workforces. There could be more people attracted to the caring profession. There would probably be more Christian leaders - but it would mean a whole shedload more work for the Christian leaders as their congregations increased (maybe that is why some Christian leaders oppose it too?). The police, in theory (if historical figures are to be believed), would have less work to do with less crimes taking place. Some people would have to work harder and some people's jobs would get easier. Charities would win out. There would probably be more voluntary workers working for charities as people became increasingly concerned for the many needy people (and animals) in this world. Charitable giving is supposed to increase in revivals.

Would the workforce become more conscientious, making employers happy? Would employers treat their staff better, making employees happy? What about pub landlords? I can't really see a time (even in a revival) where people will not want to use pubs - because people need an escape in all environments. Christ drank alcohol. I don't see how this profession would suffer should it ever happen.

Media could be transformed for the better if the media industry had greater integrity. Politicians would suffer as they were challenged more by the people. But most of the people would win out as crime decreased and the atmosphere in the country changed from one of fear and a lack of love to one which was more loving and less prone to violence. Yes, it is simplistic, but these are just some basic thoughts on what is a possibility for the soul of the nation and not a destiny of it.

A revival would be good for Christians. Hopefully it would include all Christians, Catholic, Orthodox and Protestant. And a revival would not necessarily be bad for secularists, atheists or people of other faiths. Think of the debates people would have. Those opposed to faith would have the time of their lives debating the whole thing.

Some people would change their jobs, some people would find jobs, some people would probably lose their jobs. Drug-use would decrease. I think this would be particularly good for the country because no-one asks why people take drugs. There are reasons and usually these are mixed motives (hedonism, an escape, seeking meaning, peer pressure, yet more hedonism). But if there is an alternative - if people feel hope for the future then they will resist the urge to short-termism. The point of asking 'is this all there is?' or 'why was I born?' is hugely important. These are questions which faith is supposed to be able to answer.

Would celebrities become Christians? Possibly. Would there be signs and miracles? This hasn't always been the case in revivals but sometimes it happens. We get so much bad stuff happen to us in life that I think we deserve some kind of miracles. But it isn't my call.

In the end, if it ever happened we could expect the politicians to take the credit for things getting better in the country. But at least this would be hotly debated.

I think it would be inclusive, but it would be inclusive by degrees - some people would be happier about it than others but it would make things better for most people. As people became more socially active and politically enlightened there would also be some radical changes in law. I'm not sure what it would mean for some laws - as there are so many views within Christianity on all subjects. I think there would be more love in the debates. I would guess that each side would be able to debate and that these debates would be more focused on coming to a reasoned solution. But I'm just speculating.

One thing it would do. It would make life more interesting.

Politicians fight against it. Most of the establishment wants it to be taboo. Think about it - what would it mean for you? And if you feel it would be bad for you and your interests would you join the establishment in opposing it?

I'm just speculating. You don't have to subscribe.

Acts 19 - The Riot in Ephesus

23 About that time there arose a great disturbance about the Way. 24 A silversmith named Demetrius, who made silver shrines of Artemis, brought in a lot of business for the craftsmen there. 25 He called them together, along with the workers in related trades, and said: “You know, my friends, that we receive a good income from this business. 26 And you see and hear how this fellow Paul has convinced and led astray large numbers of people here in Ephesus and in practically the whole province of Asia.He says that gods made by human hands are no gods at all. 27 There is danger not only that our trade will lose its good name, but also that the temple of the great goddess Artemis will be discredited; and the goddess herself, who is worshiped throughout the province of Asia and the world, will be robbed of her divine majesty.”