The Time Tyranny Takes Troubling Tenure, Touches Too Torturously, Tells Tantilising Titbits, Tastes Tantamount To Teasing Totems

The 16th Century Bard is stealing all my reflective time! Fourteen lines at a time:

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art 34 with a strong hot wind!
(work in progress)

Now the Moor of Venice seeks to smother me, the same fate as Desdemona, but less dramatic in my academic pursuit.

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Is prayer a privilege, an honour, a duty, a responsibility - or a composite of all?

Will there be aluminium foil in heaven?

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Sometimes I feel that if we had children then you would have something to occupy your time and you would stop annoying me.
Other times I feel too selfish to want to share you with anyone, even a child born from our own flesh and blood.

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Further challenges today about the eternal perspective - preach it pastor.

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Thick Fog and Thick Heads

What would I give up for God? Would I give up my job, my house, my wife? What would I give up for God?

Driving down off the mountain to work the other day the fog was quite thick (supposedly the middle of summer!). As the fog thickens the traffic is forced to slow down to give enough reaction time, ie visibility determines the speed of travel. So too in life, as visibility of what is coming decreases, it has become increasingly apparent that we need to slow down to allow ourselves the ability to react in time to any unforeseen events figuratively speaking - another car, pot hole, road kill etc.

How does this sit with a Christian perspective? Should not a faith in God remove the need for reaction time?

Where does our Christian road sense end and flying blind with God in charge begin?

Should we ever consider ourselves in the driver's seat? Would you reach over and grab the wheel from the passenger seat if another was driving in the fog? When do we let God take the wheel? Should I always be in the passenger seat?

I am sure Wayne Watson sang about two hands on the wheel a while ago - finally out of control for God!

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We had better get used to talking to God because one day that is what we are going to be doing in Heaven. We know the reality of this, so why can't we dedicate time and effort to maintain a dialogue with him now? How hard can it be? Do we have to vocalise? Doesn't God know our hearts groanings through the Holy Spirit's intercession?

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Promotion, Prayer, Passion, Pride & Power

Can I say that best intentions are thwarted by the reality of life? Once again writing will be to catch up rather than to maintain and develop thoughts.

Last Friday I was promoted. K was excited and I think I am, but to be honest I have been too busy to figure out whether I am or not. The funny thing is, I am working at least as twice as hard as last year (not out of choice), and I think I am enjoying it. Different responsibilities, different boss, isn’t it funny how God can provide blessings in a manner contrary to our desires. I don’t think I was praying for a massively increase in workload!?


Another storm of the century passed through recently (two in two months!?! Time was created for man, not God) Ethan was watching it out of the window, sheets of water, hail stacking up in the gutters, wind blowing – turns to Mum and asks as only a 4 year old could – “Mum, were we praying for run?… This much rain?”


Last night in the city I started talking to a young man who was sitting begging. He claimed to be homeless, jobless, unable to get welfare as he was from New Zealand and had not been in Australia long enough to qualify. I shared with him a tract and tried to elicit some hope with him. He appeared very resigned to having had bad luck his whole life. Pray for Trent, he has our church address and contact, pray he might respond and that we might have hearts for those who, through choice or circumstance believe their options are limited and cannot see beyond, if indeed up to, their next meal or squat.


Feeling settled about an opportunity taken after talking to Trent we made our way back to the car to head home. satan had a plan. A good night amongst the bright lights of city shops, China town (why were we in a Japanese restaurant?), second hand bookshops – finished up with a typical car park standoff I am sure would be the basis of at least one Seinfeld episode, and good character material for Homer Simpson. My pride defeated me. It took advice, insight and pointed discussion from my wife to highlight the contrast of my passion for a homeless man against the pride of my trying to prove a point in getting out of the car park.


Sunday night video series – three chairs. Last week we learnt we need to be in the first chair with God. Very empowering to see how our relationship with God can be boiled down to a hierarchical metaphor.

Seeking the First Chair,
Remaining aware,
Remembering our only care,
A reason for no despair.