Today is my NT anniversary, and what strikes me first is that one year isn’t enough to hold what the last has. I read a book about time perception a few years ago, and why summer holidays seem to last forever when you’re a kid. Apparently it’s got something to do with creating and storing new memories, and the space they take up in your … Continue reading My second monsoon: 12 months in
A fair bit of my week is spent trying to simplify the Bible, to teach it to kids. Simplifying doesn’t mean glossing over hard stuff, but breaking it down to understand it. When it comes to the postal survey, I don’t think it’s remotely simple, but here is what I keep coming back to. I believe that there is a God who made the world … Continue reading What if my truth says yours is a lie?
The first thing I noticed was that it began almost exactly 10 years ago, minus 6 days. The second is that I don’t remember being the person who wrote it.
I bashed my not-quite 3 month old car into a gate today, and my first instinct was to pretend it didn’t happen. When the crunch stopped, and the gate closed behind me, I continued on my less-than-merry way. It took 4km for me to pull over and look at the damage, 4km to reject the voice telling me that what I don’t know can’t hurt me. … Continue reading For one time you were darkness…
There’s a running gag in Rosehaven, a gem of an Aussie tv show I iviewed last year. The main character has returned to Tassie after working on ‘the mainland’ for a number of years, and every time someone asks him about it, they interrupt his explanations with a droll ‘Couldn’t hack it?’. Snortingly good. Anyway, I’m not sure when I started viewing my life in … Continue reading Couldn’t hack it?
It’s my 5th full day here in Darwin, and I’m throwing back to my first blog post to share some pictures of life here so far. After a hair-raising dash to the airport on Tuesday morning and a bittersweet goodbye to my folks, I flew out of Sydney at 9.40 and arrived in Darwin half an hour earlier than expected at 1.45. I also gained an hour … Continue reading My first monsoon
I didn’t expect to feel like this. Today it seems I am at the mercy of wave after wave of feelings I can’t reconcile with the dialogue I preach to myself. There is a battle going on inside that renders me prickly and weary and confused. It isn’t any one thing, but it is certainly the one thing you can guess. I had no idea … Continue reading Inside out
When I applied to go to Darwin on Moore College mission, I did so on a whim. My interest was real, but vague. Missionaries I have loved have ministered in the Territory and I was eager to get a taste and see if it was something to put on my bucket list. Long-term. Unformed. Something I am learning about my life is that God knows … Continue reading Dar-what now?
Finding it tricky to nail down morning devotions is hardly the stuff of guilt-ridden confession any more. The club it admits me to is large and accepting, citing forgiveness for failure and wisdom in recognising that different approaches work in different seasons. The rhetoric is compelling – try again. Keep going. Discipline doesn’t just happen, it hurts. Continue reading Dodging devotions
In a lull in a second year philosophy class, I poured out my worry to our lecturer. We had been assigned a text which championed being a ‘Christian intellectual’ over an ‘ideologue’, and I recognised myself on the wrong side of that popularity contest. From what I recall, the ‘Christian intellectual’ was characterised as someone who carefully considered ideas. Someone who was slow to speak … Continue reading A bit about a bunch of things: ideology, martyrdom, judgment and Jesus.