One Man's Web
The hotel was too cheap to buy decent computer gear, so I was trying to fix an ancient Point of Sale system immovably bolted into the bar. This involved kneeling and feeling blind through tap lines, and goodness knows what else, to plug cables into com ports at the rear of the computers, as beer trickled down my neck... Read on >>>>
Our little hospital saved my life. It also left me with trauma which means, 50 years later, that it is still difficult to visit people in hospital. By the time I reached high school it was inevitable that the hospital would close, much to the consternation of the town. I heard my Dad say, "Well, we had the choice of a hospital but we chose a swimming pool." I asked what he meant... Read on >>>>
One year I went to my daughter’s Year Seven school camp as one of the supporting parents.
One activity on offer at Coffin Bay that summer was wind surfing. The girls were in thigh deep water, and would teeter to an upright position on the board, which mostly resulted in them falling off, and bouncing off the bottom of the bay, with the obligatory squeals and shrieks. Everyone was having a great time.
The three girls I was tasked to watch and help, were very slowly drifting away from the shore as they splashed and crashed around in the water. Then, after one more attempt to raise the mast, the girl fell off, just on the other side of the board to where her friends were standing, and completely disappeared.... Read on >>>>
When we took our kids back outback the six year old did not travel well, until we visited Trephina Gorge. Suddenly he was back to taking the lead, climbing rocks with disregard to gravity and safety, and all the rattiness was replaced by his normal good humour. My wife said, "It's the gorge walls! He has boundaries around him again.".... Read on >>>>
To read the stories in Genesis Chapters 1 and 2 as narrative descriptions of the beginning of creation is to make an understandable but fundamental mistake. They are not a description of the processes of creation. They are ponderings about why the world is the way it is. The stories hold some of the answers of the tellers and writers. The "creation" stories are aetiology....
What does it say about us if we fail to see the injustice and the violence being done around us? How can we fail to be horrified and distraught? How do we live with energy, and with integrity, rather than simply withdrawing and hoping to be left alone? How do we not become exhausted and despairing?... Read on >>>>
Luke slices through the urbane sophistication of Athens. "Now all the Athenians and the foreigners living there would spend their time in nothing but telling or hearing something new." ... Read on >>>>
In September our congregation at Hare Street is celebrating theSeason of Creation, four Sundays which focus on aspects of the natural world in which we live. This year we focus on Forests, The Land, The Wilderness and Outback, and The Rivers.
If you are looking for First Impressions dealing with the Revised Common Lectionary for this week, Matthew 18:15-18, the links below will take you to work from previous years.
As they drew near to Washington DC Jesus said to them, "Who do you say that I am?" And he asked them again as they drew near to Canberra, and to Adelaide, and as they walked past the businesses, churches, and shops in every small town. "Who do you say that I am?"... Read on >>>>
This is not a story about Jesus walking on the water; this is a story about whose sea we are going to drown in.
The point of the story is not really about boats and lakes and water, at all.
The point of the story is in the last sentence:And those in the boat worshipped him, saying, ‘Truly you are the Son of God.’... Read on >>>>
Before leaving he sends them— he compels them— to cross the sea without him. He sends them out over the deep where all kinds of unfathomable uncertainties and evils lurk. He sends them into the world.... Read on >>>>
During childhood my heart suspected that our farm, despite careful practice, was going backwards. There was a dryness belied by the shape of the land and the size of the old trees. Something never seemed quite right. When I left home, my university studies in agricultural science and rangeland ecology opened my eyes to a devastated landscape.... Read on >>>>