Gimme that old-time Salvation Army!

Reflecting on the stats blogged on ArmyBarmy & WhollyHoly (thanks Stephen & Jamsie!) about the decline in numbers over the past 10 years, I remembered some older stats I'd discovered in "Salvation Soldiery" that had just blown my mind (and this is not ten years difference, but five!)...

1876 The Christian Mission…

- 546 Public Speakers

- 27 Officers

- 380 Services weekly

1881 The Salvation Army…

- 13,400 Public Speakers

- 540 Officers

- 4,300 Services weekly

According to William Booth in “SALVATION SOLDIERY” (1889)

I pray that we might see these kind of radical results once more!

With great Power...

I'm a bit of a perfectionist about my own stuff. I like everything I do to come out exactly the way I intend it. Now this is a bit of a problem when it comes to blogging... (already I've deleted the first paragraph four times and re-written it!).

You see, I'm not really sure my whole motivation behind blogging... its partly an outlet for my frustrations and passions, partly a way to be known, partly an offering of my 'stuff' as a gift, partly an opportunity to debate and share with people. A lot of the time I worry what people will think of what I say (considering the college thing), but what I also wonder is what God thinks of my blogging...

Because he knows which parts are deeply painful, which are soul-baring therapy, he knows the motivations that got me typing. God knows the difference between my holy discontentedness and my child-like whining. He recognises my pridefulness and my desperate hope to make an impact on the world.

I hope I am being real to God more than anything else, more than my fear of being judged and my fear of being less-than-perfect. But I am judged sometimes... I need to get over it - its what humans do, I'm not perfect at everything I do... and God's ok with that. He's especially ok with me being who he created me to be, me growing and stretching for him. And if blogging does that, perhaps he likes it after all.


(sdjkhkjhfuvuibfdf - this is me rebelling against perfection!)

The Elephant and the Ant

A parable (actually a bit of creative therapy! sorry Pete, its a little 'Arty Farty')

The Elephant and the Ant once lived in a jungle, ruled only by the sun.

The elephant, wise and slow, saw beauty in the wide-open sky, the trees and grassy plains, the sun as it arched the heavens.

The ant scurried by, hurrying to find and build, to fight and survive… and live another day to do the same amongst the dirt.

“Dear ant,” the elephant said, “have you seen how beautiful the sun is shining today?”
“Well no, I have no time for that,” the ant replied and hurried by.

The elephant was sad for the ant, as he slowly moved away amongst the jungle trees to find the perfect place to watch the sun set.

As time went on, the ant built an army and a fine nest to call home. The army learnt to scurry and hurry, finding and building, fighting and surviving… to live another day to do the same amongst the dirt.

All the while, never noticing the way the sun shined beautifully for them.

And never understanding why the elephant was sad…

Or why he loved the sun.

"going to the Army"

I found an awesome quote recently in Revolution in the Church by Michael Brown, in it he compares church to an Army…. as in military (think war & camouflage, not brass bands & uniforms), what a novel idea!
He is speaking about our perception and experience of "church" and how that affects our mission... doing vs. being. I don’t think he intended it to be directed to the Salvation Army, but it certainly fits us as a movement! Have a read...

“What about the Army? What if the local officers and enlisted members met together once or twice a week and discussed military strategy, displayed the latest weaponry, watched inspirational war films and sang favourite battle songs?
And what if attending those meetings became known as “going to the Army”? What kind of Army would we have? How many battles would we win (if we ever made it to battle at all)?
The problem, of course, is the concept of “going to the Army” instead of “being the Army.” What a life-and-death difference lies between the two!
And what if the Army’s meeting place also became known as “the Army”? Confusion would reign, resulting in misguided and misplaced military efforts, since the focus would be on the meeting (not the results of the meeting) and the meeting place (as if a nice building could defeat an enemy).”

p38-39 Revolution in the Church, Michael Brown

Close to home... do you agree?