Category Archives: Family
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Feb 16
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Jan 16
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no words
Category:Community,Compassion,death,Doubt,Family,Fear,Forgiveness,grief,HopeThe following song lyrics by Derek Lind, come from a place of loss, grief and pain, after the death of his wife.
I dedicate this to those who have lost a son, grandson,nephew, uncle, friend and work mate .
R.I.P Leigh Harrington
- 05
Jan 16
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IMAGE IS EVERYTHING.
Category:#Jesus,be excellent to each other,Clone,Community,Compassion,Family,Forgiveness,Hope,Hospitality,LISTEN,Love,Mercy,NeighbourA business in the building next to my office declares ‘Image is everything’, it is also the subject for my ‘sermon’ on Sunday.
Im finding it a tad confronting?
I’ll let you know how it goes.
Meanwhile i may take the advice my 3 year old grandson gave to his mum recently………….
Jed – “um, not really, even then, you should look in the mirror more Mummy”.
PS: welcome to 2016.
- 08
Dec 15
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Just Desserts
Category:Community,Family,Hope,Hospitality,Neighbour |
| Thanks Brad Hodge |
- 10
Nov 15
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life is like a cup of hot chocolate
Category:Being,Bubba,Cafe,Chocolate,Community,Family,happiness,Hero,Hope,Hospitality,Mercy,Neighbour,nobody,PeaceIts 645 am on an overcast Tuesday morning, people are out, running, riding, exercising or rowing along the yarra river. People every where are rushing to work or going about their daily business,
not me I’m loitering, with a thermos of hot chocolate blended from several ingredients in my hands.
The homes under the bridge are silent as residents sleep, stirring occasional, unaware of the activity, seagulls wait impatiently for them to stir as they await the crumbs of their food.
I sit quietly, waiting, watching and contemplating, as the residents continue their slumber.
After some time I leave the thermos and cups at the entry to the home under the bridge and go about the day, wondering who will i meet today, whose story will i hear and what will become of the hot chocolate??
- 02
Nov 15
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blessed are the cheese makers!!
Category:#Jesus,be excellent to each other,Community,Compassion,Family,Hope,Hospitality,Mercy,Neighbour
Sleeping rough near a building used for Church, because it is the ‘safest place I know’ explained a bloke to me recently as we chatted.
Mean while inside we conversing at our evening service eating cheese and drinking juice.
I took a plate of cheese and crackers out to ‘J’ and invited him to join me for breakfast the next morning. ‘J’ was a no show.
On arriving at my office today, on my desk was a hand written letter from ‘J’, expressing his thanks for the cheese, which really hit the spot, along with an apology for no turning up for breakfast, a contact number for him and a request to ‘do’ breakfast soon.
Im not sure who is meant by the ‘least’, and what we should do or if cheese is even mentioned, but as far as I’m concerned blessed are the cheese makes because they made an impact on ‘J’.
I reckon the kingdom of heaven belongs to ‘J’ and all who share a similar journey.
thanks be to cheese makers!!
Amen
- 21
Oct 15
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life is never dull
Category:#Jesus,be excellent to each other,Being,Coffee,Compassion,content,Darkness,death,Doubt,Family,happiness,Hope,Hospitality,Mercy,Neighbour,Peace
just a few days later i was asked if i would pick up a person I had known for around fourteen years who was just being released from jail. i was honoured to reconnect with this person as we begin to journey together to connect in with community.
- 15
Sep 15
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what you see depends on where you stand
Category:Community,Compassion,Doubt,Family,happiness,Hope,Hospitality
When Jesus walked the streets of towns and villages, he saw stuff and people which are often easy to miss or ignore.
Maybe it says something about where we stand and what we see??
- 04
Aug 15
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THE TROUBLE WITH NORMAL IT ALWAYS GETS WORSE!!!
Category:Coffee,Community,Compassion,Darkness,Doubt,Family,LISTEN,Mercy,Neighbour
When my two children were younger, we had a friend over every Monday night for the evening meal.
Some nights he would not turn up, others he would turn up manic.
He would sometimes, ask for some Dylan to be played, and he would sit and write a song or a poem, then leave.
He would sometimes walk to a nearby town, which was an hours drive away, there and back drinking only water.
Some Monday nights over dinner we would talk about a range of stuff, some nights he would just eat.
Some nights, his place at the table empty, we would wonder where he was and how he was doing.
Sadly our friend died some time later, in dubious circumstance.
For him ‘normal’ was different than we understood normal, and as the children set the table each Monday night, there was always a place set for him, just incase he turned up.
He was loved and is missed.
- 27
Jul 15
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Music to my ears
Category:Community,Compassion,content,Darkness,death,Doubt,Family,Forgiveness,happiness,Hope,Joy,life,Love,Mercy,money,Neighbour,Pooras I write this I am with my partners siblings and partners in NZ.
Last Sunday I was honoured to hear a local musician and artist as he played two new songs.
One was a conversation with his wife who died two years ago, the other called Come to me…..
Come to me you poor
With nothing to your name
And the poor who just have money
You can do the same
Walk with me I love you
Much like indifference being the opposite of love and hate, being poor is about what you have and what you don’t have?
As I loiter on the streets of Melbourne I go to the ‘top end’ of town’ to watch the faces on the street, and I wonder what stories I would hear, and what story they would like to hear?
I think it’s a mistake to make assumptions about people,’rich’ or ‘poor’.
