Wendy Beech-Ward is Director of Spring Harvest and Youthwork the conference
I never actually knew my dad. We lived under the same roof for 9 years of my life. But I never actually knew him. I can’t remember a conversation I had with him – I think he only ever came on one family holiday. So to all intents and purposes I was raised by my mother who did it all on her own.
When I was growing up there weren’t many kids who came from what got called ‘broken homes’. I actually had an argument with a teacher once when she blamed my bad behaviour on my ‘broken home’. I invited her round to see our house, which wasn’t broken at all – she didn’t think I was funny or clever. I thought I was both. Strangely, she didn’t accept my invitation.
My mum went back to work when I was about three months old. She had no choice. If she’d had the choice she would have stayed at home. But she didn’t have the choice so she went to work and raised her kids on her own. So the first woman who mentored me was my mum – she showed me that hard work, politeness and determination can get you through even the toughest circumstances. And, that ‘digging in’ goes a long way.
The second woman who mentored me didn’t know she was doing it. But I watched Mrs Fincham every day at school. I saw how much she cared for us, how happy she was and how she always wanted us to succeed. I wanted to be like her so I asked her ‘why are you like you are?’ She told me that ‘she was a Christian’. I wasn’t expecting that answer – I’m from a never-churched background – and I thought all Christians were, well, nerds. I was part of the cool gang so Christians had a bit of a credibility problem with me.
I decided that Mrs Fincham had never lied to me before so I didn’t think she’d start then so I gave Christianity a go. I started going to church – it was terrible. I didn’t know the jargon, the songs were boring, the meetings went on forever, but more than that I thought people weren’t very real. Going to church was the worst part of my week. I felt like an outsider and I’d never felt like one of those before.
It was difficult but I trusted Mrs Fincham and wanted to be like her so I ‘dug in’ and somewhere in the digging Jesus found me. And, everyone in the school knew I’d changed – when the toughest girl in the school gets God everyone knows.
After a while though, even though I knew Jesus was real and had dramatically transformed my life, I got bored of church and my inability to fit in so I did what my mother told me never to do and decided to ‘dig out’. Life was good. I had a great group of friends – we’re still friends now – and I had the personal relationship with Jesus everyone talked about. It felt like a perfect arrangement.
Then my life went on a rollercoaster. It was October, I was 15 and my granddad was diagnosed with cancer. He died in March. One day after his funeral my dad went into hospital and 3 days later he was diagnosed with cancer – it was my exam year and it was horrific. He died in July. He was 48, I was 16 and still hadn’t had a conversation with him and now I never would. On the day of his funeral my uncle went into hospital. He was diagnosed with cancer and he died a month later. I’d given up on ‘digging in’ by then. In one year, the three male role models in my life had died. The women came to the rescue – I learnt a lot about being a woman and coping with what life throws at you that year from my mum, my sister, my nana and my auntie.
In the midst of all of this I knew that a still small voice was trying to get through to me. I turned my music up loud and tried to drown it out. But I couldn’t. And that still small voice got louder and louder and I knew I had to respond. So I went back to church.
Fortunately at about the same time I did a four week evangelism team with YFC. So the next people to mentor me were the amazing women I worked with at Youth for Christ (YFC). I’m so thankful to them for the way they shaped me in my formative years. I loved being surrounded by women – peers – who cheered me on and I them. We rejoiced in each other’s successes, guided each other through difficult situations, and were there for each other when life went wrong.
I’m also really grateful for the men in YFC – my first encounter with egalitarians – who worked hard to ensure that there weren’t any barriers to me fulfilling my potential based on my gender. I’m grateful that for these formative years the ‘playing field’ felt level. And I so wish for all young women that it felt that way now.
As I look back on my life and my faith journey, I realise that I’ve never actually had an official mentor but I’ve been privileged to be surrounded by fantastic people – women and men – who I’ve ‘looked and learned’ from. And it’s still true today. My best friend, Vicky (Beeching), and I talk all the time. We both value being totally known, totally accepted and totally loved not because of the role you do but because of who you are. I learn so much from her and the way she walks with Jesus. We also make each other laugh like nobody else does which ensures we’re never in danger of taking ourselves too seriously – which in our line of ‘work’ can be a bit of a danger.
I’m also fortunate to have a wider circle of female friends who are totally amazing – they challenged me, provoke me, keep me on track and cheer me on. And I hope I do the same for them. I learn so much from them and know that my life and character are richer for the part they play in my journey. So even if you haven’t got an official Mentor look around and learn from the people who are right in front of you – your life will be richer for it.
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