NHS Nightmare

I wrote the following poem several months ago, partly inspired by my own experience with the National Health Service (NHS) and those of others with far worse conditions than my own, reported widely in television documentaries, local newspapers, and magazine articles. I recognize that the overall tone is quite dark, but I tried to write from the perspective of someone who has reached the point of despair within the NHS system.

NHS Nightmare
by William Lollar

Across Gelliwastad, I felt the pain
And my breath became shorter but then I’d regain
That feeling that God was hunting me down
With his sights set on me in the middle of town.

Have I come all this way and all these years
To die without family or friends to shed tears
Near the steeple, the shops, and yesterday’s market
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Those elusive missional moments

Image © Mandy ShaulThis morning my wife and I drove into Cardiff for my doctor’s appointment at the University of Wales Hospital. After waiting an hour past my appointment time, I was a little cranky from the pain: a large cyst in my jaw was found nearly a month ago when my local dentist could not find anything wrong with my teeth. Surgery was scheduled for last Friday, but canceled at the last minute due to a lack of bed space—a common problem in the National Health Service due to extremely high occupancy in British hospitals. Not willing to simply wait passively for another surgery date to come through my letter box, I requested an appointment with my doctor to see what could be done to expedite the process.

The reason I share the above details is to show that the most mundane events of life can present opportunities for befriending those around us—even when extreme pain may be the driving force behind such encounters—and being sensitive to God’s amazing work in human hearts. Unfortunately, our lives are lived at such a pace that we seldom recognize these missional moments; or we so compartmentalize our lives into secular and sacred that we Continue reading

The John Waller Band Visits Wales

4th of July with John Waller

One of the highlights of this past week’s mission team was getting to meet John Waller and his band. We tossed some burgers and hot dogs on the Weber, hoping to provide a little American hospitality to these new friends who gave up their fourth of July to put on a free concert for the young people of our Welsh community.

We were really thankful to God that a contemporary Christian band would interrupt their concert tour to go on a mission trip to Wales. These guys and their tech crew traveled all over the valleys putting on mini-concerts in Welsh schools during the day and full-blown gigs every night, all for the glory of God and the extension of the Gospel message here.

Obviously I’m taking this photo, but not until I polished off a piece of strawberry gateau and half a cup of coffee! From left to right are: Jen (my youngest daughter), Sheri (my wife), Chris, John Waller, David, Jordan, and Dan (Jen’s fiancé). On a side note, Jen, and Dan are getting married this Saturday in Cardiff!

Here’s one of my favorite John Waller songs, entitled “Still Calls Me Son.”

Tony Blair Launches Faith Foundation in NYC

Image © REUTERS/Mike SegarSeveral news agencies have shown interest in yesterday’s public launch of The Tony Blair Faith Foundation from New York City. Here are several links for those who might be interested in more details:

BBC News: “Blair launches faith foundation

Time Magazine: “Tony Blair’s Leap of Faith

New York Times: “Blair Charity to Enlist Religion as a Positive Force

Catholic Diocese of Westminster: “Faith and Globalisation” (see 3 April 2008 video by Tony Blair)

The Office of Tony Blair: “Tony Blair calls for faiths to act for global good

A whirlwind trip back to the states

Birmingham © James WillamorIt's official. I'm on my way to Atlanta in just seven days! Hopefully, my non-stop Delta flight from London will get me there next Saturday afternoon, where I'll pick up an Alamo rental car and drive to Birmingham that evening. My dad and two of my sisters live there, and it's been sixteen months since we have seen each other. Every time I see my father, I realize it could be our last visit on this earth and it's always a bittersweet affair, because he's getting older and more frail as time goes along. When we left home for the UK nearly four years ago, I never dreamed my mom would become critically ill with spinal meningitis only eighteen months later and die after two weeks in a coma. None of us got to say our goodbyes: it happened so suddenly and unexpectedly. So every trip gets more precious to me now. Continue reading

Jumping on bandwagons, falling off

"Old" Vaynor Church, Near Merthyr Tydfil, Wales

Our church is launching 40 Days of Community this Sunday: virtually the same time as last year's 40 Days of Purpose. My attitude towards anything Saddleback has not improved since I left the United States; in fact, I came to the United Kingdom hoping to get away from the bravado of such ultra-American evangelical cheesiness. But God evidently has a sense of humor and so here I am, the director of a Saddleback campaign: a 40-day program to bring "community" to the local church. I've never liked bandwagons or jumping on the nearest one. Continue reading

"Jimmy Dean" Sausage Makes UK Debut

Image © Bill LollarLiving in the United Kingdom for the past four years has been a wonderful experience, but I love Southern-style foods and I especially miss Southern breakfast fare! So with the proverbial American “can do” attitude, I thought to myself, “How hard can this be?”

One of my latest cravings has been “Jimmy Dean Sausage,” the original sage recipe that can be fried and served in the following ways: as sausage patties served alongside a couple of eggs and/or pancakes or stuffed inside a tasty buttermilk biscuit. Mmmmm! You can also crumble the fried sausage and scramble it with eggs and cheese, or add it as a vital ingredient in a sausage and egg breakfast casserole, or make sausage gravy so good it’ll make you slap your granny. It also makes an exciting pizza topping! So after a quick search on Google, I had a copycat recipe!

Here it is, step by step:

Image © Bill Lollar1 – Gather the following ingredients:

  • 16 ounces ground pork (500 grams pork mince)
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • ½ teaspoon dried parsley
  • ¼ teaspoon rubbed sage
  • ¼ teaspoon black pepper
  • ¼ teaspoon dried thyme
  • ¼ teaspoon crushed red pepper
  • ¼ teaspoon coriander
  • ¼ teaspoon MSG (optional & almost impossible to find in the UK)

2 – Combine spices into a small dish and mix together

Image © Bill Lollar3 – Put the ground pork into a mixing bowl. You could simply increase your spice measurements very slightly, rounding the 1/4 teaspoons rather than level measures. After mixing your spices thoroughly, sprinkle it evenly over the top of the pork and blend it completely into the meat. I prefer to use one hand, squeezing it through my fingers over and over until it is thoroughly mixed. Most of us in the British culture weigh our bulk ingredients in grams or kilograms (1,000 grams), so form meatballs weighing about 50 grams each. Ground pork (called “mince” in the UK) is usually packaged in 500 gram parcels, so this recipe will make about a dozen portions of sausage.

Image © Bill Lollar4 – Flatten the meatballs into small patties or burgers. You should be able to get 10 sausage patties with a 500g package of pork: more if you make them smaller. These are quite large, so use your own judgment on the size. I put these on a metal tray and freeze them, then I put them in freezer bags. This way you will have individual portions without them sticking together in the freezer. You could freeze the entire 500g, but it would take significant time to defrost and I don’t like to risk pork sitting out for several hours.

Image © Bill Lollar5 – Fry until well done. This ASDA-label British pork mince is extremely lean (less than 7% fat), so I had to use a little cooking oil in the pan. I’m going to ask my local butcher if he can grind me a 20% fat mixture, which would make it easier to cook without oil. My mouth is watering at this point, because it’s the first time in years that I have smelled American-style pork sausage cooking in my house. Yippee!!

6 – Serve alongside two fried eggs. When anyone asks me how I like my eggs, I always say, “side by side!” I also had toast (not shown in the photo above), grumbling that I didn’t have some buttermilk biscuits to go with this wonderful meal.

[Note: Click on any of the thumbnail images to see them larger on my Flickr site.]

PS: You might enjoy reading about the culture shock we experienced when we began to shop for groceries in the United Kingdom. So many items we could not find on the shelves! Just because they have super Wal-Mart here (called ASDA in the UK) doesn’t mean you can get your fried pork rinds, beef jerky, shotgun shells, Hanes Red Label, and a quick oil/lube while you wait.

Giving thanks from the British Isles

Image © 2006 Code Network Media GroupI am a citizen of the United States of America, having spent the past three Thanksgiving holidays across the Atlantic in the small principality of Wales. One great thing about life in the United Kingdom: I get a five to eight hour start on celebrating American holidays! By the time most of my family and friends are just getting their morning cup of coffee, I'm having lunch in the middle of the day. In spite of our over-inflated national pride, lingering racism, swaggering cowboy politics, myopic self-centeredness in international affairs, love affair with materialism, and a host of other social ills, I celebrate this Thanksgiving Day with three hundred million other Americans as I count my blessings.

I am thankful that I grew up poor in a dozen small towns of central and north Mississippi, because my father believed in working his way up from reading gas meters to managing a small-town utility company; and he was willing to walk away from that promising career when the company asked him to Continue reading

Reformed rapper moves back into the hood

Dai Hankey URLA couple of days ago, I met with a young Welsh church planter who has moved his family into a hilltop "council estate" (American translation: "government housing project") that needs a tangible, relational, relevant proclamation of the gospel in their needy community. This couple has actually purchased a home in the middle of the estate, indicating the seriousness of their commitment. He's originally from Pontypool, but the last couple of years has been spent in reaching young people in a similar—but more urban—situation in Cardiff, the capitol city of Wales.

We're exploring the possibilities of working together for the foreseeable future, as part of my involvement with the Waleswide church planting initiative. I don't know yet how things will work between the two of us—the ball's in his court right now—but it's just so encouraging to see God's hand at work in this way. My new friend is teaching a group of street kids how to rap (go HERE to listen and read the lyrics), and it's opened up Continue reading

Taste buds and the kingdom of God

Image © Marmalade Mel (Flickr)Do you like pancakes with maple-flavored syrup? We never have them for breakfast unless we’re traveling across the USA and find ourselves settling into an IHOP (that’s “International House of Pancakes” for our friends outside the borders) some morning before our day’s journey begins. No, we like them for the evening meal, whether you call it “tea” or “supper” or “dinner.” There’s nothing like a nice hot stack with butter on top, watching Continue reading