Saturday, 29 March 2014

The old story about the new kid in town.

He was chosen before the creation of the world, but was revealed in these last times for your sake. Through him you believe in God, who raised him from the dead and glorified him, and so your faith and hope are in God.
1 Peter 1:20 & 21

Jesus, Son of God, Son of man, the new kid in town who was & is from eternity takes a bit of getting used to thanks to our limited understanding of things. Usually that kind of thing is left to philosophers & mathematicians with brilliant minds, yet Jesus begins his earthly ministry of redemption with some ordinary people in a town far, far away, in another geography.

God of course has been active beforehand but something unique is about to happen, the Kingdom of Heaven is going to be displayed, but not with might, power or politics. The Gospel of Christ, like a small seed shall grow & fill the whole earth. 
Matt 13:31

Heaven on earth is not a beautiful garden, that was lost. It is found in a beautiful Saviour who tends to His church. By His Spirit & through His Word we begin life anew.
 2 Cor 5:17 

Beautiful Saviour (Old School)

Beautiful Savior, King of Creation
Son of God and Son of Man!
Truly I’d love Thee, truly I’d serve Thee,
Light of my soul, my joy, my crown.

Fair are the meadows, Fair are the woodlands,
Robed in the flowers of blooming spring;
Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer,
He makes our sorrowing spirit sing.

Fair is the sunshine, Fair is the moonlight,
Bright the sparkling stars on high;
Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer
Than all the angels in the sky.

Beautiful Savior, Lord of the nations,
Son of God and Son of Man!
Glory and honor, Praise, adoration
Now and forevermore be Thine!

Words: Written by Ger­man Je­su­its as Schön­ster Herr Je­su in the 17th Cen­tu­ry. Pub­lished in the Mün­ster Ge­sang­buch, 1677, and trans­lat­ed from Ger­man to Eng­lish by Jo­seph A. Seiss, 1873.
Music: Cru­sad­er’s Hymn Si­le­sian folk song from Schles­ische Volks­lied­er, 1842; ar­ranged by Ri­chard S. Will­is, 1850 (MI­DIscore).


Tuesday, 25 March 2014

Stay on Track

Last week each morning before work I documented the National Tractor Trek on video. This was my first attempt at anything major. The editing process has taught me a bit more about camera angles & distance, also how time consuming things can be.

Travelling through forest trails I was able to see huge tree stumps with small foot holds. Like trees, there are people that would be happy to cut Christians down. Satan has long been in the picture seeking to bring down the church of Christ.

In Scripture we are reminded not to give the devil a foothold in our life, when it comes to sin we are to call on God & His strength so that we may resist. God gives us ample examples of how we may govern our lives as we trust in His wisdom & providence. Eph 4:27


Tuesday, 18 March 2014

Sting & stung

I’ve had a few stinging experiences growing up, bees, bull ants, green ants & mosquitoes mostly. The bees & ants are great workers & builders [Prov 30:25]. No wonder the book of proverbs highlights the virtuous example these insects continuously display. God’s Creation really is a marvel to behold with lessons galore as the Word brings attention to natures display.

In our backyard at present is a kingdom of paper wasps. These guys are pretty peaceful normally but get just a bit too close & a warning & defence system comes into play. I still remember the first time I started running back towards the house wondering what had happened to my face. It was a bolt, or several from the winged battalion aimed particularly near my eyes. Once the pain had subsided I went back to investigate the area & found a small construction nestled close to a star post with wasps on guard. This time their structure is suspended from some barbed wire & more easily sighted thankfully.

And another paper kingdom & stings


Monday, 17 March 2014


Laugh out loud   or   light of Life

Kevin de Young had a good post on St Patrick yesterday. The devolution of modern thought (or spiritual blindness) that turns many things into an excuse for a thematic drinkathon, Classic Corinthianism [1 Cor 15:32]  at the expense of being enriched by historical Christ centred accounts. Although Patrick appears not to be the life of the party & a little over dressed, having the joy of salvation & a concern for the lost means he was on the right track according to Jonah & Jesus.

Patrick, says Fletcher, “was soaked in the Bible.” This was commendable, but not completely unusual. What was new was Patrick’s embrace of the missionary mandate to lead the nations to Christ.
Patrick’s originality was that no one within western Christendom had thought such thoughts as these before, had ever previously been possessed by such convictions. As far as our evidence goes, he was the first person in Christian history to take the scriptural injunctions literally; to grasp that teaching all nations meant teaching even barbarians who lived beyond the border of the frontiers of the Roman Empire. (86)


Sunday, 16 March 2014

A little bit Irish

The closest I got to anything remotely Irish or St Patrick today was a big wander, in brilliantly coloured green hills. Some guy did the weather on the radio with an Irish accent. Our kids had dental appointments in the morning & afterwards I drove them to school. There just happens to be a tractor trek on in the area so I also dropped in on the camp to get a few images. About 80 tractors will be travelling on local roads in the next four days or so. I am hoping to get some video & audio in the mornings before work.

Did you hear what happened to Medusa when she went on a blind date with St Patrick…:)

A lovely Irish song... 

"Mountains O'Mourne"

Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight
With people here working by day and by night
They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat
But there's gangs of them diggin' for gold in the street
At least when I asked them, that's what I was told
So I just took a hand at this diggin' for gold
But for all that I've found there, I might as well be
In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea

I believe that when writin' a wish you expressed
As to how the fine ladies of London were dressed
But if you'll believe me, when asked to a ball
They don't wear no tops to their dresses at all
Oh, I've seen them myself and you could not in truth
Tell if they were bound for a ball or a bath
Don't be startin' them fashions now, Mary McRee,
In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea

There's beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind
Beautiful shapes Nature never designed
Lovely complexions of roses and cream
But let me remark with regard to the same
That if at those roses you venture to sip
The colors might all come away on your lip
So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me
In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea

You remember young Diddy McClaren, of course
But he's over here with the rest of the force
I saw him one day as he stood on the strand
Stopped all the traffic with a wave of his hand
As we were talking of days that are gone
The whole town of London stood there to look on
But for all his great powers, he's wishful like me
To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea


Friday, 14 March 2014

Lost & found

I was brought into this world as a tiny child having no say in my birth, from the outset I inherited a terribleness that began much before my two years & tantrums. Basically I was born with a natural tendency to hate God & my neighbour & I didn’t even live next door to Dennis the menace.

There is something inside me that yearns to go against God’s rule in my life. I am a rebel with a cause & it’s all about me or self. Like a family pet that wanders or a creature that escapes its boundary I forfeit the care & blessing of the rightful owner & carer.

The Bible tells me I am born this way & it’s no freak of nature. It is a spiritual condition that affects all of humanity because of a deliberate act. Despite my cuteness, intelligence & ability to achieve measures of goodness & kindness I will always fall short when it comes to God’s satisfaction. God doesn’t change His standards just because we have abused them.

This biblical teaching regarding human nature assists us in seeing past ourselves to one that can heal, when we realise we are sick we should then seek a doctor. So it should be with God, in Christ we may find a restoration from humanities lost estate.

Isa 53:6

Luke 15:1-7


Wednesday, 12 March 2014

missing the mark.

It is peaceful living & glorious dying to repose in the care of heaven. At all times we should commit our all to Jesus faithful hand, then, though life may hang by a thread & adversities may multiply as the sands of the sea, our soul will dwell at ease & delight itself in quiet resting places.

C.H. Spurgeon 

I had a frustrating day yesterday, on the road & in the heat. Some things got the better of me being stuck out in woop woop with no communication signals. I should of stopped & committed some time to prayer. I did practically everything else to cover all bases. Some things are easier said than done but no less true. That one other thing I should have done was prayed.


Monday, 10 March 2014

Enter the scholar

Justification & Sanctification are big strands that are woven into the tapestry of Salvation in Christ. It’s no magic carpet but a majestic blanket that covers the earth across cultures & continents, the natural & supernatural fibres working as one.

Dr M Kruger touches on the justification & sanctification threads comparing the Apostle Paul’s letters with the book of James in this recent post.


Saturday, 8 March 2014

light & shade

The earth is much like a shadow at present, connected to a reality that is to come. At present the elemental sun blazes in glorious light that casts shadows with objects about its vast reach. A brighter power exists that exposes the darkness of our hearts, minds & actions. The Son of righteousness is He & Jesus is His name. He is King of Kings, Lord of Lords. In His brightness our darkness becomes evident.

Without Him we are covered in a formless & empty darkness of shaded nothingness that knows not the light. With Him & in Him the light brings warmth & light to an otherwise cold, lonely & lifeless place concerning humanity lost from the knowledge of God & things that are holy.

Of this darkness I was once a companion, it led me onward along deaths path. Its blackness shrouded my being with every breath. Then the light pierced the darkness, losing strength it reeled & lost its hold. As chains that break & rope that snaps I was released, I am free, in Christ I am truly free, now & forever free.

1 John 1:5

Tuesday, 4 March 2014

Low speed fibre

I have been after this photo subject for a while now. The fallen tree is on private property but can be spotted from the road. The house however is about a kilometre in & the driveway is not so easy to be found. Yesterday afternoon I managed to get permission, the milking cows were off under some trees resting which seemed to be the owner’s main concern.

There is a main root that runs inside the length of the tree that is approx. 20cm in diameter. the Fig tree is known as a Strangler fig for obvious reasons. Snake like it smothers the host, starting off as a small seed deposited by a creature in its travels the seed develops into an enormous structure of living fibre of massive proportion & strength causing damage to earthly structures & host trees.


Sunday, 2 March 2014

Supper & the Pelican brief

Supper, its not a word I hear a lot....

Seagulls from Nemo  A short Youtube clip

With God, whats mine is yours A short devotion

The God who shares...

. wasn't me

Growing didn't like us kids using the “fart” word, breaking wind was the preferred option & if you were able, it was appreciated if you could manage your system in the privacy of your own space. I don’t think it was an ultra or hyper civilised thing but there were some things that dad didn’t like. Talking about blood & guts at the tea table was another subject that lacked the required etiquette in our home. This was in contrast to my mate/friend across the road whose dad would be happy to express his wind instrument at any given time, often with self congratulatory assessment. Some time it’s good if you can hold your breath above water.

Anyway…the article is linked & is what got me thinking of such things...


Saturday, 1 March 2014

May the hairs on your toes never fall out...

Balin: It's just the usual; summary of out-of-pocket expenses, time required, remuneration, funeral arrangements, so forth.
Bilbo Baggins: Funeral arrangements? [reads contract]
Bilbo Baggins: Oh, up to but not exceeding one fourteenth total profit if any. Seems fair. Present company shall not be liable for injuries including but not limited to laceration, evisceration... incineration?
Bofur: Oh, aye. He'll melt the flesh off your bones in the blink of an eye.
Balin: You all right, laddie?
Bilbo Baggins: Yeah, I'll be. Feel a bit faint
Bofur: Think furnace, with wings.
Bilbo Baggins: Yeah, I-I-I need air
Bofur: Flash of light, searing pain, then poof, you're nothing more than a pile of ash.
Bilbo Baggins: [long pause] Nope.[faints]
Gandalf: Very helpful, Bofur.

Watching the Hobbit (An unexpected journey) tonight at home with family.