REVEREND Joyce McNaughton, a Costa del Sol based American, is passionate about the well being of the region’s ladies of the night. Most evening she takes the Church and its comforts to them. Mike Walsh talked to her…

 Are you motivated by need for converts or desire to help girls?

People are the world’s most precious asset. All need help and our gifts should be shared and given to others.

 Are you morally judgmental?

I leave God to do the judging. All of us are tempted to negative pulls but we don’t have to take them.

 Is there a language problem?

The girls mostly speak English and our helpers know Spanish. They give the girls their kindness, their love and support too.

 How long have you been active?

In 2007 I began phoning girls through adult relaxation columns of English language media; making appointments for coffee: street work, advertisements and brothels. My work of teaching and presenting God’s love has been going on since I made my peace with God and accepted His call for my life. 

 Are the authorities helpful?

Government can offer assistance.  Police never bother me but girls hide as many don’t have documents. 

 Do you guide girls to conventional means of making a living?

I guide and suggest, encourage and dream with them; provide, no. This is where others could be of help. 

 Are you ever threatened?

I have been solicited. I remain alert and cautious. I prepared a short note to give to the girls’ clients. They are valuable too, but lost and at times devilish. 

 How do girls respond to you?

Acceptance, appreciation and thankfulness as my love is felt to and for them.  Love opens doors like nothing else.  They know who I am, what I stand for, my purpose for being there and trust me.  They often times ask, ‘aren’t’ you going to pray for me.’ They engage in natural conversations and not only the Bible. I know them by name. I invite them to my home or meet them at theirs.

 Have you had success?

Yes.  Many have come and gone.  I don’t know if they are in a new city, but know they were touched by God’s love; seeds of faith and hope were planted in their souls, which is where truth and power of change originates. I visit the girls’ churches they attend on Sundays to join with them in that important activity of their lives. 

 Have you worked elsewhere?

Only Spain but in the United States I look for ways to learn from similar help groups; team up financially or educationally. 

Would you welcome assistance in any form?

Every good work needs assistance from like-minded team players; employment, friendship, advice, financial support. People who love others know when and how to help. I welcome assistance at all levels. 

 What is your message to government?

Be a part of the solution and not part of the problem; don’t abuse people for your own pleasure or gain. You are created to be a servant to others in both structure and spirit.

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PARENTS in a town of Galicia have taken their children out of catechism classes because they claim two nuns are “tormenting” them.

Thirty-two families have complained about the methods used by the nuns of the Corazon de Cristo Sacerdote Repairing Apostolic Brotherhood to prepare their children to receive their First Communion. They claim that the nuns’ views are extreme and that they are distorting the message of Christianity. The first thing the nuns reportedly did when they arrived in the area was to separate boys from girls. This put parents on their guard and they decided to take a look at the book being used for the classes. It contains scenes from the bible, stories of exemplary contemporary martyrs and the lives of some Saints. The parents also report that nine-year-old girls were being told about martyrdom and how pain can be a form of redemption.

The Brotherhood has failed to comment, and the local mayor is keeping out of the matter.

Who of us has never felt tempted to ‘give up or ‘just walk out of the office’....’walk away from the relationship’ ‘give up on the difficult children!! Or maybe even give up on Life itself!!  , We need some-one to talk to; that’s prayer.

Now a lot of people think that ‘Prayer’ is something we only do when there is a problem! Let me ask you a question, would you want to be friends with someone who only ever told you their troubles? I imagine many of us will try to avoid such friends. If God only ever hears our troubles and never our good news I think it may be good to assume he might try to avoid us too!!

We may not have any worries or cares to speak of, our lives may be fulfilled and exciting, however we should never keep all that energy to ourselves, by its very nature it’s bursting to be heard, it’s good to talk!! That’s prayer.

Now how many of us will share our good news in prayer, when for instance  we discover we are pregnant after years of waiting, we just got a new job with a Big pay rise, the doctors report came back ‘We don’t have cancer’ Do you see what I mean? Next time something exciting happens let’s share it with God, in prayer; he wants to hear the good news too.

It is God’s desire to share the good the bad and the ugly with each one of us; black despair will scarcely clutch and hold for long if we can talk it out with a friend who understands.

 A philosopher once said. This is the secret of the kind of therapy which comes to the troubled mind that finds a counsellor to whom all things can be poured out freely .And this is the key to the healing that the broken heart finds on turning to the counsellor unto whom "All hearts be open, all desires known, and from whom no secrets are hidden." An old hymn says;" Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, uttered or unexpressed." Many people who would not think of kneeling in church do not hesitate to recline in a psychiatrics’ room.

There was a scientist once who thought prayer was humbug…..especially the kind of praying that involved making a pilgrimage. Then he fell ill, came close to bankruptcy. Many of his experiments failed. But, one day, he made the pilgrimage…..mainly to get away from home. At the shrine he said to himself: If I were not an agnostic, I might experiment with this superstition. Convincing himself that he was going through the motions out of idle curiosity, he started the ritual. Half-way through, he thought, now, if this were not folly, what would I pray for? Health?  Money?  He continued the ritual, and then suddenly he cried, OH GOD, I beg you. Enlighten my mind so that I may invent something very great to further human knowledge!

Amazed, the scientist stood in silence. So this was his desire of desires. Knowing it at last, Galileo began experiments which led to the invention of the telescope. Prayer is indeed the soul's sincere desire…..and few of us find our miracles, because we cannot discover what we want most.

I was reading the bible one day; it was the story of a man who had been lying by a pool sick for 38 years: John: 5 verse 7...... in the story Jesus stopped and asked the man, ‘Do you want to be well?’ instead of saying “I want to be well so that I can go and work in Abdul’s Kebab Bar earn a living and have a decent life the man began to make excuses, I have no one  to help me.” After so much time lying by the pool he had no idea what he wanted anymore. Sometimes we can get so bogged down with the monotony and ritual of our lives we forget who we are, our hopes and dreams died long ago.

So I prayed Lord I have been married for 38 years! That’s when I heard that   still small voice deep within say, “What do you want me to do for you” I was amazed!! However just like the man in our story I began to make excuses.............Somewhere along the way I had lost the plot!

God answered that prayer that cry of my heart just like Galileo I had lost sight of my dream but God opened a door of opportunity and surrounded me with people to help me fulfil my vision and my dream.

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I read my horoscope religiously every day, its guidance kept me focussed. One day 27 years ago I had a Damascus road experience!     I changed books.

 Now every day I read a different popular daily guide. It was 9^th January 2012 and my daily reading began ‘Pack up your house and go to a country I will show you’, Genesis 12: 1 Wow!  Interesting, my husband was due to retire in the July, but we definitely were not planning on leaving the country.

That same day I had a meeting with my ‘boss’ at work, her first words to me were, “ We will be re-locating to Spain” Wow what an amazing co-incidence; or maybe a ‘God-incidence’!

Another interesting fact came to mind; I had a ten day holiday already arranged in Spain for May 22^nd and further more it was only a fifteen minute drive from the new re-located office; I never imagined when I made those holiday plans that they would turn into a house hunting holiday, Wow............... Plans were obviously in motion for my move to Spain (un-known to me at the time)

 Another wonderful and again amazing co-incidence; I actually found our new home in Spain on our 42^nd Wedding anniversary; It was the evening of 23^rd May, I was in the ‘Cheers Bar’ having supper with my sister and reading emails when, I opened a Jackie Lawson Anniversary Card from my husband, suddenly loud and clear the wedding march began, everybody stood up and cheered, how appropriate!!

My husband and I boarded a ferry on 29^th July to start our new adventure in Spain!!

I have been a Christian for 27 years; before our departure I was meditating on that fact, amazingly I discovered the number 27 was an important number in the Bible: It was the day Noah and his family came out of the Ark to begin a ‘new start in life’ You can read the story of Noah and his family in the ‘Bible’ Genesis 8: 

I like St Paul on his Damascus road was also an unlikely candidate for a conversion experience and total life transformation. 

So here we are in Spain, and very much looking forward to a wonderful new adventure. I like to add a recipe following my blog, please a a go!!  and send me your ideas or comments, enjoy.

Let’s Cook Meringues

100g caster sugar

4 large eggs

1 lemon

250g whipping cream

Separate the egg whites and place in clean bowl, cut lemon in half:

With an electric mixer whisk egg whites until stiff:

With the mixer on add the caster sugar slowly a dessertspoon at a time and add half a squeezed lemon:

Cover your tray with baking parchment and turn your oven on very low (about 100c):

Taking two dessertspoons pass a spoonful of meringue between each spoon until you have a quenelle shape, then place on your covered baking tray:

Cook in the centre of your oven for about 2 hours:

When meringues are cold place in an airtight container (you should have about 40, these will keep for up to 3 months)

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FEW of Spain’s young people now go to church and more than half have no idea who Christ was.
Spain needs to be reconverted, declared Jose Ignacio Munilla, bishop of San Sebastian, and responsible for pastor care in the young.
The country’s young are injured by intellectual relativism and scholastic failure while suffering “emotional wounds,” according to Munilla.
Spain’s bishops hope to address these problems with a Pastoral Congress from November 1 to 4 in Valencia city.
Spain has a “great Catholic tradition” but Jesus is “unknown” to many young Spanish people. There is a significant rift between the younger generations and the Church, the bishop acknowledged.
Lack of faith, he claimed, created suffering on one hand and “hunger and a search for significance on the other.” The situation is an “educational and emotional emergency,” he added.
Nevertheless, it would be wrong to place all the blame for lack of faith on the current culture of materialism, Munilla admitted. Secularisation within the Church itself was also to blame. “If bishops, priests and churchgoers were more devout, evangelisation would be more efficient,” he said.

GOOD God, did I have some religion through the mail last week! I even had a few from men of the cloth and considered myself duly honoured, I might add. Some arrived from fellow Spiritualists and it never ceases to pleasantly surprise me just how many do follow the path of the Tao, some even without realising it.

The problem I do find with a large number of those who follow other beliefs is that when they endeavour to get their point across, they often miss the point altogether.

In the first place, Spiritualism is not a religion at all. Spiritualism is a way of life. There is no point in trying to convince me that Jesus is the true path or Muhammed or Buddha, or any other prophet.

When I say I believe in ‘all that is’ I mean it literally. I accept all of them. I also accept serial killers, rapists, child abusers and handbag snatchers. That doesn’t mean that I condone them. Of course, I don’t.

It simply means I’m not in denial about anyone. The one overriding belief that Spiritualists hold is an unwavering faith in reincarnation. To me, it’s the only thing that truly makes any sense.

I consider it extremely arrogant to believe that how you conduct yourself in one brief lifetime should be enough to reach the end of the journey in glowing triumph. To me it can’t be that easy.

The soul cannot possibly move to a higher plain with the short experience of one lifetime. What about the soul of a baby who only survives a few days, or even seconds? Does it join on a par with the missionary who has dedicated 70 or 80 years to the service of others? Of course not.

But it does make sense if a baby’s soul had reincarnated many times in past lives and on this occasion simply needed the experience of a short manifestation. 

Spiritualists believe there are seven soul levels:

BABY. ‘Sparks’. Souls that are cast from the creator and manifest in people who often appear frightened and insecure; with almost no perception of right and wrong.

INFANT. Those who prefer small communities and are inclined to use minor courts of law excessively.

YOUNG. The movers and shakers of the world (Margaret Thatcher,  J F Kennedy).

MATURE. Those who begin to question their existence; why are we here, etc. Inclined to be explorers, scientists and so forth.

OLD. Those that seem to attract younger souls around them and favour gardening and more philosophical lives.

TRANSCENDENTAL. Those who are reaching the end of their journey and can choose where or whether to manifest or not. Gandhi was one.
And INFINITE. Where the journey has been completed and all the knowledge of the Creation and its secrets are encompassed within. The soul has rejoined its creator.

Keep the Faith
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INDOLENCE and laziness, those ‘couldn’t care less’ bedfellows set upon me this week, demanding TV, chocolate and copious amounts of cava. For one day I indulged them, much to my disgust and the incipient voice of the Cromwellian Protestant who lives inside my head. “You did what!” The voice exclaimed “Get away with you.” I didn’t go, but I did start painting. In fact I have been painting like a whirling dervish for two weeks now (forgive my mixed references but I have been reading about Cromwell and India, separately of course because as far as I know Cromwell never visited India and if he had I’m sure he would have tried to convert the country and persuade them to wear dun coloured clothing and daft looking hats) and my living room is full of canvases of subjects as diverse as flowers, dead friends and my Nan (who unfortunately is also dead). In between painting I write and when I’m not writing I read and when not reading I watch TV and drink Cava and eat chocolate which nudges the Cromwell voice and begins the whole cycle of guilt and frantic activity ad infinitum. 

My life is a constant struggle against the laziness that forms the greater part of my character. I was born to do nothing. I would have made an excellent Memsahib, ordering lithe Indian men to fetch cups of tea and Pimms while feeding me cucumber sandwiches. At one point at art school I considered becoming a life model for the only reason that I could lay down for hours at a time doing nothing, but I don’t like being nude so that put paid to that ambition. My friend Rachel was a very good life model as she was even lazier than me and liked being naked, especially in front of young men. Overcoming this propensity to indolence has taken a lot of hard work on my part and has not always been entirely successful; like the time I allowed a fridge full of food to go off because I couldn’t be bothered to cook it, or the month spent in a dark house because I couldn’t be bothered to buy light bulbs then change them, or the time I went to work in my boyfriend’s clothes because I couldn’t be bothered to do my laundry...you get the picture. I still believe that being a beach bum is a valid life choice.

I’m not a great advocate of the protestant work ethic and I believe that even though Cromwell destroyed a monarchy made rotten by indulgence and arrogance had he had his way completely we Brits would be even more dull and unadventurous than we already are and I don’t believe that one finds freedom through work as the Nazis did. In fact a good life is one that balances work and play. We live one life (unless you’re a Hindu in which case, see you round) and I believe we should live it well, which to my mind means being good to friends and family and the occasional stranger and spend a little time each day just sitting doing nothing while looking at the sea, or the man next door if he’s hot.

Right back to work then!

OVER the years I have received large numbers of correspondence relating to my column. (Thank you all for that). Some are sent direct to the EWN, but the higher percentage, many far too long to publish, are sent directly to me. Up to now my biggest response was when I scribed that, in my opinion; all large dangerous breeds of dogs should be either put down or placed in a zoo. That remark, I seem to recall, took up a special EWN page to accommodate the onslaught of 'slings and arrows' ('My kootchie coo Rottweiler ‘Fang’ wouldn’t hurt a fly' etc.) Well, since my recent piece on our friends from Alemania, lo and behold yet another is reaching for the coveted title of ‘most griped at’. Firstly I am, to use the most overworked word in the English language - amazed at the amount of German readers I appear to have on board. Secondly I am also ‘amazed’ at the number of you that accused me of racism. Well before we go any further, let’s just get the definition of racism straight. Racism is when someone is derogatory towards another simply because they are who they are. I have never done this in my life. I don’t care if a person is black, white, yellow or green. I don’t give two bits if someone is Catholic, Protestant, Muslim or Methodist. It makes not the slightest difference to me if a person comes from Mannheim or Outer Mongolia. I don’t give my opinions, derogatory or otherwise, about who people are, but what people do. It’s the actions of folk that invoke my reactions. If I feel the antics of certain people need to be brought to the attention of my readers and they happen to be to be of a certain type, or come from a particular background, so be it. I don’t single people out simply because of colour, creed or race and I don’t retain favorites either. In fact if you look back over the years, it is the Brits themselves who have born the greater brunt of my dissentions and I’m one of the most patriotic Englishmen you could hope to find. One of the extreme downsides of modern society is people’s tendency to scream racism whenever home truths are aired. Well, I’ve experienced true racism, both in Rhodesia and South Africa and I can assure you, there is simply no comparison between that sort of unacceptable horror and people simply airing their opinion of others in public. I’m sorry if anyone takes offence, but they are of course simply my own opinions and if anyone feels the cap fits well… Anyone is free to write in. If their opinions are relevant, interesting and fairly short they all stand a fair chance of being published, that’s what free speech is all about. 
Keep the faith.
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