At a recent Diocesan Synod meeting, we were asked by Bishop Arun who our Christian heroes were and who should be memorialised. Interesting questions, both and many names instantly sprang to mind: Mother Teresa for one, Rev’d Martin Luther King another, and what about Archbishop Desmond Tutu or Corrie Ten Boom? Or perhaps Bukayo Saka and Marcus Rashford or Stormzy would be on your list?
However, the name of Rev’d Charles (Charlie) Freer Andrews was brought to our attention by Bishop Arun. “Who was Charlie Andrews?” I thought. Very briefly, Charlie Freer Andrews was born in Newcastle in 1871. He trained for the priesthood and was ordained as a priest in The Church of England in 1897. In 1904, Charlie moved to India and it was here where he discovered his lifelong vocation as a friend to the poor. However, it was his long friendship and collaboration with Gandhi and his dedication to the abolition of slavery and indentured labour in India for which he is chiefly remembered and honoured there. Gandhi later said, “I have had the honour to know hundreds of honest Christians, but I have not known one better than Andrews.” High praise indeed, and yet I had never heard of Charlie Andrews because sadly, his life and work have been largely forgotten in England.
Forgive my long introduction about this remarkable man but it led me to consider my own heroes, not the well-known names I mentioned earlier but people much closer to home, men and women who have demonstrated in their daily lives a true and living faith in Christ and from whom I have learned so much.
Let me tell you something of my journey of faith. As a child, I went to Sunday School, attended church on Sunday, and was confirmed at an appropriate age - a familiar enough beginning. As a young adult, part of my weekly routine included a visit to church on Sunday but the key word here is ‘routine’. I didn’t go to church because I had a personal relationship with God, I went because I feared the reaction if I didn’t go. It was easier to stick to the routine and I must confess, I took some pride in knowing all the right moves and responses. And, although I tried to live up to Christian ideals, I’m afraid I pretty much left God out in the cold. I could get on quite well doing things my way, or so I thought.
Looking back, I can see clearly that my way was the wrong way but God is good, his grace is a free gift, he loved me enough to show me a different way – his way. Was there a sudden clap of thunder and a loud voice telling me where I was going astray? No, it was much simpler than that. We moved to Calverley and on a quick dash into church, (quick so no-one could Ask Me Anything!), I met Barbara who befriended and encouraged me and became a dear friend. Watching the way she directed her life to God, I began to see where I fell short.
We are all familiar with Galatians, ‘the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.’ In Barbara, I saw at first hand a life lived in the Spirit. She was loving, kind, and generous to all she met. Was someone being particularly aggravating? She would respond with patience and gentleness. Was there someone in need of a helping hand, a listening ear? Barbara would offer them. In difficult circumstances in her own life, she found strength and comfort in prayer.
One of the things I still find difficult is prayer. I have books of prayers, books about prayer, books on how to pray but in the end, I realise that prayer is simply ordinary people bringing their concerns to a loving Father who answers, not always as or when we expect but always for our good.
So where am I now? Have I got it sussed? Well, sadly no. I am still very much a ‘work in progress’. I may not be a Charlie Andrews but I know that God’s gift of grace will help me to keep striving to be the person God wants me to be. So, dear friends, who are your heroes, who encourages and supports you as you move closer to God?
And I leave you with a final thought - let’s not forget that you may be a hero to someone, too. What qualities do we think our children or grandchildren admire in us? What could we do better?
May God bless you and give you his grace, Brenda
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