A wedding: Pretty much nothing is as good as a wedding where you love the people getting married a whole lot, and they love God. Such an event lured me back to Newcastle on the weekend, though I didn’t need much persuading. Seeing Matt’s face when Katie walked down the aisle, hearing them exchange vows and praising our great God for his kindness to us … Continue reading 3 days – a wedding, missing and a cemetery..
I listen until my heart hurts, for over an hour, before walking away not knowing if any of it has made a difference. I am tired and worn down by her words and the desperation she feels. Frustrated by the psycho-babble phrases thrown in, the “self actualisation”, the “strata configuration” and the “finding your comfort place”. Her world is in turmoil and that is how … Continue reading Reflections
Well I’ve hit the two week mark here in Newtown and this blog shows no sign of writing itself, so here goes – a sometimes scintillating summary of my week: Wed: Attempted to drive to Bronte with church peeps. Car wouldn’t start. Attempted first push start. Fail. Called for reinforcements. Attempted second push start. Fail. Reinforcements rolled my car up a hill with me in … Continue reading My week at 7 glances…
We heard a lecture at college yesterday on why we should try to learn Hebrew, but ultimately the convincing words in my head are Martin’s* from 6 months ago and while not even trying. You see, at Newcastle Christian Students last year, we did a series on Song of Songs – ‘The finest love song’. Before that series I had never spent careful time in … Continue reading How a uni talk on love poetry convinced me to study Hebrew…
I’m told there is a time, some five weeks into starting college, when the gloss wears off. This makes sense in my head, and I wonder if it will be sudden one morning, like waking up and not wanting class or Thai or Zac Efron movies in the common room. Yes. You heard it. This place might just have been made for me. And the … Continue reading Covered in gloss
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