Category Archives: Joy

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in money we trust

todays blog is a song which as we hurtle towards the silly season it might be worth thinking about

If in money we trust If in money we trust

And you bite the dust

And it’s not enough If in money you trust 

But it’s not enough

And you bite the dust
If in money you trust
Where’s God?
Where’s God?
Where’s God?
Where’s God?
If in money we trust
If in money we trust
No substitute
No substitute
No substitute
When god is dead
And it’s not enough
Then in money you trust
Then they call the bluff
When god is dead
And money’s not enough
In what do you trust
When it’s not enough?

Where’s God?
Where’s God?
Where’s God?
Where’s God?
When god is dead
And it’s not enough
What substitute
What substitute
When God is dead
And it’s not enough
When God is dead
And it’s not enough

If in money you trust

If in money you trust
But it’s not enough
Then you call the bluff
Where’s God?
Where’s God?
Where’s God?
Where’s God?
No substitute
No substitute

You’ve got to think it through again
You’ve got to think it through again
You’ve got to think it through again
You’ve got to think it through again
Got to think it through again
You got to think it through again
Got to think it through again
Got to think it through again
Songwriters: Van Morrison

If in Money We Trust lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Van Morrison

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meeting many people who are not ‘feeling it no more’
having grown up being told ‘its not a feeling its a reality’, sounded a little too scientific for me, after all we have been taught the ‘rational’, which happens in the head is all that is to be trusted, where as the ‘irrational’ or the ‘gut feeling’ is not to be trusted.

as someone who likes to cook and who worked as a cook for many years, if I look at cooking only from a process of science, it loses all interest and ‘feeling’ for me. Sure understanding what is happening while i cook is important, that ‘feeling’ of satisfaction and creativity is not controlled by the scientific understanding i have of the process.

sadly for many organised ‘religion’ or even ‘modern’ ‘church’ leaves a deep sense for some of disconnect. We have designed a process by which we assume is ‘the way’ which more often than not leaves no room for contemplation, dialogue rather a talk fest often controlled by one or two people.

Have to get back, have to get back the base
I need to talk to somebody, I can trust
Too many cooks are tryin to spoil the broth
I cant feel it in my throat, thats all she wrote
Im not feeling it no more, Im not feeling it anymore
Not feeling it no more, not feeling it anymore
When I was high at the party, everything looked good
I was seein through rose colored glasses
Not seein the wood for the trees
I started out in normal operation
But I just ended up in doubt
All my drinking buddies, they locked me out
Im not feeling it no more, Im not feeling it anymore
No feeling it no more, Im tryin to give you the score
You see me up there baby, Im on the screen
But I know better now, its so unreal
If this is success, then somethings awful wrong
‘Cause I bought the dream and I had to play along
Im not feeling it no more, Im not feeling it anymore
Im tryin to give you the score, Im not feeling it no more
We all know that money, dont buy you love
You just get a job and somewhere to live
You have to look for happiness, within yourself
And dont go chasin, thinkin that it is somewhere else
Im not feeling it no more, Im not feeling it anymore
Baby Im tryin to give you the score
Im not feeling it no more
I was pretending all the time
I was givin everybody what they wanted
And I lost my peace of mind
And all I ever wanted was simply just to be me
All you ever need is the truth
And the truth will set you free
Im not feeling it no more, Im not feeling it anymore
Im tryin to give you the score, just like I did before
Im not feeling it no more, Im not feeling it anymore
Im not feeling it no more, baby, Im just trying to give you the score
Im not feeling it no more, not feeling it anymore
Not feeling it no more
Not feeling it no more, baby

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ten things i hate about Christmas…only ten? I hear you ask!!

1: buying s stuff for people we don’t like and they don’t need

2: the intense loneliness and pain it brings for some

3:pretending its a sacred time but still buying into the craziness

4:the ‘debate’ over Xmas vs Christmas, Satan vs Santa.

5: stupid sayings i.e. he’s the reason for the season, to which I reply, what summer (or Winter if you’re else where)

6: threatening kiddies that Santa won’t come if you’re not good!!

7: wasting food and money

8: there is no number eight!!

9: stupid Church signs including Jesus was born to die??

10: we trot baby Jesus forgetting he grew up!!

Christmas is really
for the children.
Especially for children
who like animals, stables,
stars and babies wrapped
in swaddling clothes.
Then there are wise men,
kings in fine robes,
humble shepherds and a
hint of rich perfume.

Easter is not really
for the children
unless accompanied by
a cream filled egg.
It has whips, blood, nails,
a spear and allegations
of body snatching.
It involves politics, God
and the sins of the world.
It is not good for people
of a nervous disposition.
They would do better to
think on rabbits, chickens
and the first snowdrop
of spring.

Or they’d do better to
wait for a re-run of
Christmas without asking
too many questions about
what Jesus did when he grew up
or whether there’s any connection. 

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Taking a funeral is one of those things which mess with the emotions. or so i find.

Recently I was asked to take the service for a complete stranger, and just to make it interesting, it was with just three days notice.

It would be fair to say after meeting with the family for only an hour, i did not ‘feel’ adequately prepared. 

Over the course of the day prior to the funeral I was reminded that while this person was not known to me, they were no stranger to God.

As I processed that thought, it gave me great confidence, not in my ability, rather a sense of trusting God in whose image this person was made, and who lived life as part of the wider community, so in listening and watching that community during the service, I got a glimpse of the person who was being laid to rest.

Yet another reminder, we are all God’s children and God is not far from anyone of us.

Category : Being , Community , death , Fear , grief , Hope , Joy , life , Mercy

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Home of the Lost and Found

Taking to the streets, not in power rather in weakness, not by stealth rather transparent, not to overpower rather to empower, not as masters rather as servants not to do rather to be,  not to speak rather to listen, not to be examples rather to example, not to presume rather to learn, not to take God there, rather meet God there.

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Music to my ears

as 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’.

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Taking it to the streets

One of my mates from around town called the other day wanting to catch up.

He told the story, with scared face and broken nose, of his recent bashing.
He wanted me to ask the person who bashed him why?? ‘M’ felt helpless and frightened, he was shattered.
The person responsible for this was not in the usual spot, this person too has the street for his 
home and is just as vulnerable.
As we walked and talked we met up with three other of his mates, two who had also received the same treatment from the same person. 
We shared food and drink we talked together. 
It was heart breaking. 
By their own admission, they are no angels, but the sense of helplessness and despair, not so much about what they do or don’t have, rather of being respected and loved, was evident. 
One of these men I have known since 2014 we catch up regularly and this week, along with his mates we hope to celebrate ‘M’s’ 44th birthday. 
As we share food together, as we respect, care for each other and celebrate the precious live of one of God’s children, I hope this moment in time will be the start of dignity and hope restored.

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back loitering

Having had sometime away recently to take part in a youth leaders thingy and then my days off, time to see family and with my partner, I am hanging out to get back to the streets  of Melbourne.

I miss those Ive met over the past 12 months, the refreshing world view they share, the fragility they share and the ‘stuff’ we enjoy over food or in conversation has become part of my new normal!!

So its back to ‘loitering with intent’ for me.

Category : Bubba , Community , Hope , Hospitality , Joy , life , sparrow

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Don’t stop dreaming

One of my grandsons, Atticus a beautiful boy aged three going on 20, was asked by his mother if he had a good night sleep?

‘Well i did but my head didn’t “
“Oh really? How come?”
“My head just didn’t have any dreams”.

We need dreamers don’t stop dreaming.

Category : Community , Family , Godsmacked , Joy , life , Love , respect

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Post Xmas Blues

Its all quiet now, the stocking is empty too
I think Ive got the post Christmas blues.
The food has been eaten, the waste has been thrown out too
I think Ive got the post Christmas blues
There is an emptiness now, I don’t know what to do
I’m sure Ive got  the post Christmas blues
I wonder if Joy, Love, Hope and Peace will disappear now I have the post Christmas blues??

Category : Hope , Joy , Love , Peace , post xmas blues

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11:00 am Queen Victoria Hospital Service
Queen Victoria Hospital Service
Sep 8 @ 11:00 am – 12:15 pm
This annual service commemorates the long association the Welsh Church has had with the Queen Victoria Hospital, initiated by  the use of our hall by Dr. Constance Stone as the first out-patient clinic run by