Good Friday

Today is Good Friday. I always find it helpful to challenge myself at this time of year. One of the big problems I have is that when you know the Easter story quite well and hear it year after year after year it can lose some of its power. I can't remember the first time that I realised the significance of it, and I certainly can't remember the first time that I heard it, so I find it helpful to try and keep it from becoming too familiar to me.

I'm sorry that there haven't been many updates in the past few months. I've been really busy since we moved, as I've been trying to finish the assignments that were outstanding for the course. The long and the short of it is that I need to graduate from the course that I came to do to change our visa. As I'm here as a student I need to finish with that visa before we can apply for a new one. I've completed most of everything that I needed to do so hopefully things will settle down a bit over the next few weeks. Having said that, I'll probably get the opportunity to do some teaching in the next few months so I will then have some lessons to prepare.


One of the things that's 'fun' about having three children is trying to get them ready for bed. It feels a bit like taking part in a challenge on The Crystal Maze. "I CAN'T SEE WHAT I HAVE TO DO!" "Just grab one of the children!" "WHERE IS THE CHILD. I CAN'T SEE THE CHILD!" "Over there! By the desk." "I'VE GOT THE CHILD! I'VE GOT THE CHILD! I CAN'T FIND THE TOOTHBRUSH!" "Look under the desk! Try under the desk!" and so on until all three little cherubs are tucked up safely. We try to have a consistent 'putting to bed' routine, which works very well but ensures for a hectic hour between six and seven. It appeals to the 'J' in our nature. If that makes no sense to you then try this Myers-Briggs Personality test. You can then check what it all means at this page here. Just click on the icons and read up about your personality type. If you have never done the Myers-Briggs test then you should. It's really interesting and helps you to understand yourself (and others) a lot better. I found out, for example, that I'm fine and it's everyone else who's broken. Which was nice.


We've had some family here recently. Ruth's second cousin and his family (Pete, Claire and Ben Aston) were in Sydney so popped up to see us for a few days. It was nice to have people from our previous life come and visit. My parents will be coming in about a month and we're really looking forward to that.

I understand it's a bit chilly over there in the UK. It's been really nice weather here since I last wrote. More summer than Autumn. We've only just dropped below 30 degrees here. Not that I'm gloating or anything... Winter is on its way and that's usually pretty nasty here due to the lack of effective heating in the property. That reminds me, I need to get up on the roof and make sure that our chimney is clear of bird nests etc.


I'm going to close with a poem that was written by a member of my congregation in Haywards Heath. I used it at the Good Friday service that I led this morning and it was suggested that I put it on the blog. It was written by Denis Carter and it won a small local poetry competition that he entered. He was very proud if it. I read it at his funeral, and I think it's a great reflection for Good Friday. Until next time, God bless.

THOUGHTS

Another cross for Golgotha Hill?

How I hate making crosses;

Cruel, torturing things.

But you can't say "No" to Rome.

And the price they pay

And the time they give -

Can't do a craftsman's job.

Rough hewn timber,

Splinters, lumps of bark!

Ill-fitting joints

And just a couple of nails

And some binding

To fix the beam.

"Only needs to be strong enough to hold a man",

They say,

"And wood soft enough to take the nails".

Punishment or sacrifice, what do they care?

So long as they get their picking!

Aye, aye, aye

In these days, in this town -

Who'd be a

Carpenter?

Denis Carter, March 1985.

Australian Weather

I'm supposed to talk about the weather so I'll begin by saying that - apparently - it's been the coldest summer since 1970 this year. Everyone is telling us how lucky we are that we've avoided a 40 degree heatwave but it's hard to feel lucky when you're waking up cold every morning. Is it too much to ask for a bit of sunshine? We've travelled half-way round the world to find that it's like being in England but without central heating. Still, it usually warms up a lot in the day and keep warm well into the evening.

Here's a photo of the mouse nest that we discovered under our sink. It's not a great photo, but I'm sure you can appreciate that our camera wasn't really designed for taking photos of vermin infestation while sticking your head under a sink. You can see some of the snail shells and a mouse skeleton in this photo if you know where to look.


I haven't updated this blog in a while, and I'm sorry for that. In fact this will probably be the customary short post. I'm really busy at the moment reeling off assignments like...something that gets reeled off quickly. Congratulations to Terry, anyway, who's just got his PhD. That means that he's officially a doctor, but not the useful sort.


Calvin's getting on well at school. He gets tired and I think he misses playing with Reid, but he's fine. He had his eyes tested a couple of days ago and despite Ruth and I being short-sighted he's actually slightly long-sighted. Apparently this is quite common in children. Or maybe it's just common in Australian children. Reid is doing well at preschool too. Even though he's still an angry loner, he is settling in really well and tells tales of all the things that he's doing with his 'new friends'. One of the things he's not doing, apparently, is asking their names. Still, one step at a time. Xanthe is still acting like she's the queen of Dubbo.


We've got a few guests coming soon. It's Staff Conference this week (look up the blog post from a year ago to get an idea of what that's about) and then we've got some of Ruth's family coming for a couple of days. In about six weeks my parents are coming to visit. We're looking forward to that.

Have a good week everyone. Hopefully I'll write again soon.

Happy Anniversary

Sorry for the long gap between posts but I've been pretty busy recently. I've been working hard at assignments as I'm trying to finish the third year course as soon as I can. Once I finish that then Ruth and I will be able to think about applying for a more permanent visa and see where God leads us over the next year or so.

It's Valentine's day here, but it's also the anniversary of our arrival in Sydney. We've been in Australia for a year. I can't really decide if it feels like a year or not. In one sense it doesn't, but when I think about all the things that have gone in in the past twelve months some of them seem like a lifetime ago.

It's amazing to think what God has done in the past year, and it's even more amazing to think that the adventure is still going on. It would be easy to, after the journey we've been on and sacrifices that have been made, think that we'd arrived; that we could just settle down and live our lives and assume that God isn't going to ask any more of us. But this is just one step in a lifetime's journey and it's exciting to think about what the future holds.

Speaking as someone who's taken a risk because they believed that God was leading them that way, I say to you 'do it'. It's not that it's been easy or always rewarding. Far from it. It's not that I expect everything to be rosy from this day forward. Again, far from it. It's just that I'm beginning to realise that settling for the mundane and not seeing every day as a potential adventure is not what God has called us to.

If you're deciding between settling down and pushing the boat out then I suggest that you push away. I can't say that you won't regret it, but I can tell you that you can't have an adventure with God without getting out of your depth at some point.

I hope that God has blessed each of you over the past year. May He continue to do so in the coming months.

Fearless Mouse Killers

Can you believe it? We've had storms pretty much every night for the the past few days. There's been plenty of rain - so much rain, in fact, that our garden is more like a bog than a garden at the moment. It's still summer and it's still really hot but it's also really wet. Dubbo usually 'enjoys' a dry heat, but it's been very humid this year. So I suppose we still haven't really experienced a true Dubbo summer.

Our new garden, water features aside, has some nice aspects to it. It's very big, which everyone in the family (except the designated lawn-mower pusher - i.e. me) loves. We are also growing grapes, lemons, limes, oranges and other edible vegetation. That's quite amazing. The grapes growing on our vine just outside the house are probably the tastiest grapes I've ever had. The only downside being that they are, of course, seeded grapes. Stupid non-genetically modified fruit.

Here's a few photos of our orchards. Admittedly, only the grapes look remotely edible at the moment but it's the thought that counts.






Calvin started school this week. Here he is in his school uniform, looking just a little bit like a tiny witch.


Still, I think that's better than this photo of Reid on the day that he started preschool (also this week). For some reason this photo reminds me of Jimmy Krankie.


They both got on very well with their new adventures. It's been quite a big week in that respect and it's made me feel a little tearful at some times. Mind you, that might have something to do with the mosquitoes that have been running rampant in the house.

Our mousetraps have been quite busy. Yesterday Ruth found a mouse that had gotten its rear end caught in the trap. It was still alive and struggling so Ruth grabbed it and tried to smack its head against the door frame. Unfortunately doing this meant that the mouse fell out of the trap and proceeded to escape, commando-crawl style, dragging its useless rear legs behind it. Ruth then smashed it to death with a newspaper. She's come a long way baby.

My Family and Other Animals

This is a little post about our animal adventures over the past couple of weeks.

As you know, we've just moved. Our new home is lovely in many ways, especially the new friends that we have made. As it's a bigger house there's plenty more places for spiders and other insects to hide. Ruth has been spraying and I've been swatting and we've all been eaten by mosquitoes. We've also caught two mice in the past week. Not 'caught two mice' as in "Look what I've found, let's keep it as a pet" but as in "What's that jerking shape protruding from the mousetrap?". Ruth and I are getting good at managing the vermin population. We're still newbies compared to some of the people here though. You're not a real mouse hunter until you've wrestled one hand
-to-hand, Mano-a-Mano, glaring into the whites of its eyes. One man and one mouse enters, one man or one mouse leaves. Tis a noble thing.

We did catch a baby lizard (as in "Look what I've found...") in a box. Calvin found it one day when he went outside. It must have climbed in there in the night and then couldn't get out. Calvin named it Lizzy (even though he insisted that it was a 'him') and sobbed his little heart out when we insisted that he had to let Lizzy go at the end of the day. He didn't bat an eyelid when his guinea pig died, but he really loved Lizzy - or so he told us. Well, as Sting once said, 'If you love someone set them free' so he let Lizzy go. It's hard work being a five year old.

It's Australia Day this weekend. It's a national holiday to celebrate being Australian. The advert on TV tells us that Australia Day is our chance to say thank you for "...beaches, lamington drives, Kylie and our democratic right to give dead arms". It's quite a funny advert. Actually there are a lot more 'public service' adverts on Australian TV informing us about everything from skin cancer to saving up for retirement. It might sound a bit 'Nanny State' but it doesn't come across as that. It's quite endearing in a way.

Calvin has decided to make a book. He has decided that he's going to take some photos, put them on the computer and get mummy and daddy to write the words. He's not mentioned it today though so I suspect that he's forgotten about it. Because it's unlikely to see the light of day I'm going to post some of the photos Calvin took for his book, which was to be entitled 'Calvin Shrinks'. Please feel free to make up your own words.









Freaky but with a certain flair of genius, I'm sure you agree.

Post-Birthday Message

So it was my birthday yesterday. I am now 31 years old. Exciting.

What did I get for my birthday? How about a new house.

We've moved to another house in the community, which is really nice. What wasn't so nice was that we had to move on my birthday. It wasn't too bad or anything but it still isn't what I would choose to do with my 'special day of much celebration'. But - on the plus side - I got a mammoth box of chocolate M&Ms from the boys so that made up for most of the disappointment.

The new academic year is about to start here. It's going to be pretty crazy for a few weeks, so this little blog is another tiny update to let you know that I'm still alive but might be a bit quiet for a while.

Enjoy the peace!

Happy New Year

Just a short update today. Most people are still away on holiday so there's not much going on yet. It's been a case of business as usual, though Ruth has done a few bits and pieces in preparation for our move. We're going to be moving to a different house in the community sometime in the next couple of weeks. The new term will be starting as well, so there will be plenty to do shortly.

I've read a bit more of Art Gish's book. Parts of it are not as compelling as the opening chapter that had me so enthralled and he's advocating an even more radical manifestation of community that Cornerstone currently practice, but it's still a great read. However, there might be some topics that he doesn't comment on which he probably should. For example, there is a chapter about 'The Discipling Community' which I thought would be worth a read, what with Cornerstone attempting to be just that. It turns out that they made a pretty big proof-reading error and the chapter in question should actually be called 'The Disciplining Community'. Maybe there will be something on discipling in a later chapter. There should be.

However, his comments on authority and communal decision-making are excellent and well worth reading if you're involved in a church that has congregational government. Of course, the chances of you getting a hold of this book are very slim anyway so maybe you should just smile and nod politely as I rant away.

So that'll do for today. Have a great week ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls.