The Right Fight

The Right Fight, 24.02.2008


In over five years living in Canterbury, I have heard many a story about street thugs, but have never actually had to really face-off with any of them, until last Thursday night. This story is amazing to me, and if you would indulge me, I will tell it right here.


I had had a long day: we had taken a group of students on a day trip to Oxford, leaving around 8.15a.m, and due to traffic, we didn't get back to Canterbury until 8p.m. This meant that it was late and everyone was tired, but the students needed to be walked home by their group leaders (since they were twelve-year-old Chinese kids).
I was debating on whether to go to cell group or not, since I was already late upon arrival in Canters, but for some reason, I decided I'd go - passing through Tesco, since I had no food at home – and I started making my way up St. Martin's Hill, where I used to live. As I walked up, I saw a group of my students ahead; my immediate reaction was to think “Oh, no, let's slow down, I'm too tired to start talking to them and on top of that, we're going in the same direction...” (just to show you what a great guy I am), but as I started thinking that, I saw a group of big guys walk through them and push them in the street, a dangerous road at that. My pace quickened as I felt what I can only describe as my first experience of “righteous anger” flow from my heart through my body.
I caught up with the students and they immediately turned to me saying (in Chinese accents): “Oh, teacher, teacher, thank you, teacher is here, those boys...” They explained to me that these guys had bullied them, just as I had seen them do. I asked them where their teacher was; they said “gone home”... I was so annoyed. By this time, these three boys were ahead of us by about 60 metres and didn't seem like they were going to bother the students any more, when suddenly I saw one of them pick up a plank of wood lying on the grass (and by plank, I mean like the side of a barn), and start running towards us! Now, this guy might have been joking, but as I pushed through the students, he slowed down, looking very surprised, until he came to a halt in front of me:
“Hey man, what are you doing?”
“Oh, just carrying this plank...”
“Yeah? Why don't you pick on someone your own size?”(I can't believe I used that line, especially since, by then, I had realised he was about a head taller than me.)
“Yeah? Like you?”(starts pushing me)
“Hmm... Maybe I'll call the police!”
“What, why?”
“Why are you pushing me?”
“Well, you're starting on me, aincha?”
“Why did you push these kids in the street?”
“Well, they wouldn't move, chattin' nonsense and everything!”
“They're Chinese, they don't understand what you're saying!”
By this time, his other two mates had joined our friendly conversation, a fat guy and a little kid on a BMX. The two big ones could easily have been nineteen. The kids stayed behind me as we walked along, but the thing was, we were all going in the same direction, so I had to keep talking to these felons as we walked along, while they threatened to beat us up with their “boys”: one of them was on the phone, pretending to call up his crew. I said to him:
“What are you doing?”
“I'm calling my boys to come over and sort you out!”
“Why would you do that?”
“Well, you're standing up to my boy and everything, you don't even have anything to do with this!” (They always have to say, “and everything”... I don't get it)
“I'M THEIR TEACHER!”
So I kept threatening to call the police, I actually had my phone out and dialled 999 a couple times, but then thought it wouldn't do much good, since this would be over sooner than they could arrive. The fat guy actually said, “You're calling the police? Go ahead, my name's (...)” (Can't remember...)
But he did accelerate his pace.
However, they said “Come on, we'll take you down this dark alley and sort you out!”
When they got to their dark alley, he grabbed a stick and as we walked on, waved it at me threateningly, “Come on then! Where you going?”
“I'm taking them the right way!”, I said.
That's as far as I can remember, the conversation we had...


I would have liked to beat their arses (just to show you what a loving guy I am); I would have liked to have a sit-down and talk about why their attitude was so wrong, their lack of logic so startling, about how they needed Jesus in their lives. I had a lot rushing through my head at that time, but my primary concern was getting my kids home, safe and sound. I texted a friend of mine in the cell meeting to come and meet me at the end of that road, just for safety, but his phone must have been off.
As I walked them on, I thought how brilliant that picture was: these guys trying to lead us down a dark alley in a path of evil and me leading these boys on in a path of light, a path of righteousness. The most amazing thing of all of this is that it had nothing to do with me! I wasn't even going to go to cell group that night! This could have happened a few minutes before and after I showed up and I would have missed it! I remembered that the previous night I had been meditating on how God has prepared good works in advance for me to do, as I walk in faith and his grace operates in me. I believe that it was Jesus who planned it all to happen right then and there, and the result was that there was a peaceful, non-violent solution, because God is a peace-maker and he used me to bring his character in this situation...
As we got into the road where they were staying, which “godincidentally” was the same road where I was going for cell group, in fact, the houses they were staying at were literally opposite my friends' house (except for two who went off to their own house one road up), and I reflected on these things, the adrenaline started rushing out of me, all the confidence built up left me and my emotions started playing up... I told my students: “Next time you're in trouble, ask Jesus to help you, I'm serious... You know why I'm here tonight? Jesus brought me here!” They said: “OK!”, they could see I wasn't joking... Now this might have been wrong for me to say on the work level... But it was true, what else could I say?
So I walked them to their homes, then knocked on my friends' house, where I entered to tell them all the story and marvel in worship at God's faithfulness and sovereignty...