Cold noodles again

I sit at my desk, glorious (is that a culinary term) beef mustard curry
reheated from last night for lunch. I reflect on yesterday's lunch
experience, so eloquently drafted for posting and committed to the ether
junkyard by a system reboot overnight!!!

As I recall, my expectation of a steaming hot bowl of noodles was based
upon the supposition that the brew room microwave would perform to
expectation. However the rude shock of having a lump of cold, slimy noodles
enter my mouth instead of the olfactory anticipation being met was too
much.

It prompted a great philosophical linkage to those situations in life where
my "bowl of noodles" turns out to be cold or slimy or just yuck! The
difference with real life situations is that no quick trip back into the
brew room is usually available to zap the offending circumstance.

God serves up cold noodles as he sees fit. I just need to learn to go
hungry or eat them as my hunger overrides circumstance.

Maybe cold noodles are good for me and my tastes need to change!!

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Speaking of cold noodles, tonight Kel and I say goodbye to our best
friends. They are moving back to Detroit after three years down under. It
will be a hard farewell to make.

Administrative Admissions

I will be so glad when we get to the next life that there will be no longer
any requirement for administration!

The cycle of business meetings, tax returns, administrative instructions,
bill paying, investment monitoring, budgeting, in tray clearing,
conferences - they are all so not worth the effort sometimes!!

I envy the birds that I see in our yard.

The other day, as I was stacking wood (yes the preparation for winter
continues - each piece of firewood warms three times, cutting, stacking and
then burning) a honey eater flew past me into the bushes next to the wood
pile. Beautifully created with its long curved beak reaching into the heart
of each flower, feasting on the nectar within.

My favourites are the tiny finches that know you are about to reveal the
choicest grubs and bugs to them before you start to shift wood. They gather
around on the ground, waiting for the next morsel to be unearthed. Flitting
over the wood pile they embody the presumption of abundant provision that I
wish I had the faith to accept from God.

If I did not think I had to provide so much for myself, then maybe my
administrative overheads might not be so burdensome.

At 32

We bid farewell to Matty D on Tues

At 32 you are not supposed to by laying in a wooden box.
At 32 you had better be ready for eternity.

About Abortion

The abortion issue is getting some new life in Australian politics.

The Pro-life lament: Letter to editor -The Australian 2 Feb 05 "What right
do you have to put anything between the mother and father, the doctor and
the mother's health?"

Isn't there something missing here - what about the baby.

Trying to define the extent of the problem, by calling abortion a separate
action to other medical procedures, John Anderson, the Deputy Prime
Minister 3 Feb 05:
"At what point do we say a fetus takes on a life of its own? In a society
like ours, legislation should reflect as closely as it can the will of the
people."

His comment highlights the lack of moral truth in the issue as society
considers it. Humanism, relativism and opinion through a democratic process
are no guarantee that life will be represented or protected.

Just because it is popular doesn't mean it is right!

"Most of the change we think we see in life is due to truths being in and
out of favour" - Robert Frost

Where is the baby in all of this? The will of the people will rarely
reflect the moral truth as laid down by God.

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