Keeping Faith

Eleven years ago, we embarked on a new chapter in our lives. We moved out of the UK, to make our home in Spain. We did not want to be typical expats, so moved into a Spanish neighbourhood, became Spanish residents and sought to integrate into a culture that is very different from our own. At the time, we did not realise the implications of stepping out of our British culture and mindset. Or more importantly, the implications of stepping outside the comfort of the British Christian culture, that we enjoyed and had lived in, for most of our lives.  

Together, with a small group of friends, we learned a different way of being church together. Also, for the first time in our lives, we found ourselves making deep friendships with people who had no belief in God whatsoever.  

We had to learn a new language - Spanish - in order to make simple conversation. But also in order to share our faith, we found that we had to shed much of the Christian jargon we had used in the past. 

We had a good friendship with our Muslim neighbours, until they moved to a new country. Also, there were many conversations over a bottle of wine, with another neighbour who was definitely spiritual but not on the same path as ourselves. These experiences and others, provoked us to look at the heart of what it means to be a Christian. We were looking objectively at our faith and wondered how much of it had been shaped by the values of a first world 'Christian culture', rather than by scripture.

Several years ago someone asked Tricia if she was having a crisis of faith. Her immediate reply was, “No, but I am having a crisis of culture".

These years in Spain have seen a shift for us, not only geographically but spiritually and culturally. Many of the beliefs, ideas and thoughts that we had embraced have been examined and sifted. This piece of poetry by Tricia in some ways explains the journey that we have been on. 

Keeping Faith 

I’m taking a different route 
It might be a long way round 
But if we should meet along the way 
Please greet me without prejudice 
Or judgement 
Be happy for the liberty I’m finding 
It would be such joy 
Such freedom for us both 
Maybe we can really see each other 
In this different light 

I did not want my cynicism to drown me 
And so I stepped away 
Though some would say I fell 
But really 
My weary worn out heart just needed space 
To find a quiet more simple path 
Without the probing questions 
Or the looks of loving deep concern 
Memorials and signposts 
Had began to look the same 
And any facade that I had built 
And happily decorated my life with 
Tumbled as I walked away 

I took the faith I’d tried to comprehend 
Stepped outside a culture 
That was all I’d ever known 
And sought a different view 
It’s not that you were wrong or I was right 
It’s just I couldn’t see the way ahead from where I stood 
Without the rules and constraints 
All expectations stopped 
And so the life I could not seem to blend with 
All the things I no longer cared so deeply for 
Fell away 
Like leaves at autumns calling . 

I found that I was left with God unchanged 
In the silence His love remained 
It never missed a beat 
Love continued like Niagara falling 
Stronger than all my fears 
Bigger than the total sum of all my investment 
Deeper than everything I had heard or learned 
God Immense and vast 
And from His storehouse 
Treasures old and new came to me 
As I continue on my way 
I’m just taking a different route. 


©  & ℗ Tricia Richards 2021



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