Spewing…

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But I got a call from Qantas at 3am to say she had been vomiting during the Denpasar-Darwin flight and was being taken to hospital in Darwin to get checked out. She’s ok now and recovering in her cousin’s home.

The kids are a bit sad and I’m a bit tired. There was a 3am call, a 4am call and then a 4.15am call, followed by 5.45am text message!

She will hopefully be home either tonight or tomorrow sometime…

Ah…. what a spew…

As much as I love the kids I’m a bit over the single parent life. It certainly makes you admire those who do this day in day out. As much as you would get used to it I imagine it’d make you pretty tired after a while.

Sam and I are sitting here today watching James & The Giant Peach…

Sunday Service

When we moved to Brighton we made a committment not to do anything that even resembled a Sunday service for at least 18 months. We were very much aware of the inbuilt default settings we all come with and were consciously seeking to re-imagine what church could look like outside of a Sunday gig.

Well today we caved in and had our first ‘Sunday service’. We are committed to spending the first Sunday of each month in serving someone locally who could use a hand.

Part of the beauty of this project is that our kids get to be involved in ministry and service and they enjoy it. Ellie asked what we were doing today… I told her… ‘Oh cool! I love backyard blitzes!!’

Here’s a great pic of the kids working together with Helen to move dirt. The intention was that they move it from the paving to the wheelbarrow, but I think they actually moved it from one area of paving to another area!

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As well as paving, weeding and repairing there was also some significant theological discussion. Here’s a pic of Gav & Len who appear to be laying bricks but in fact are discussing the question of women in ministry. Len is a visitor and comes from the ‘deep south’ of WA where this is an issue up for discussion at the moment. We had some great conversation around the pavers.

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We finished with lunch and some prayer for the person whose house we were working on.

It took longer than the standard hour, but it was still a pretty decent morning at church!

Brighton – Its What a Community Was?… Part I

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The marketing line for the development we live in is, ‘Brighton – it’s what a community should be”… and the images are of landscaped parklands being enjoyed by happy families, where everyone is friendly and where there is warmth and friendliness like you haven’t found anywhere else. Its suburbatopia.

Would it surprise you if I said it isn’t quite like that?

Well, it was for a while… but things are changing and there are some interesting times ahead for this little suburb in Perth’s far north.

When we first arrived in 2003 the central parks, playgrounds and barbecues were new and beautiful. The landscaping still had price tags on it and the environment was pristine. In some ways it felt way too artificial for my liking, but it did have that ‘new car’ smell about it and you enjoyed being one of the first ones to benefit. When you went to the local playground and let the kids play on the shiny new equipment, inevitably you would sit and chat to other parents who were also enjoying the provision of great facilities and were seeking to get to know their neighbours.

The demographics showed a large swathe of young families and the overflowing primary schools were evidence of how many pre-teens were in the area. With kids everywhere, it was often noisy, but it was also safe and felt like a very family friendly environment. The developers had worked hard to create an attractive suburb and had done a good job. I know many people moved here because the marketing of ‘what a community should be’ was appealing to them.

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There were community development officers and specialists employed to help the community find its feet and get established. They did (and are doing) a good job. They genuinely seek to encourage the locals to get on with the job of creating their own community structure. The Anglican priest even had a large slab of his salary paid by the developer for the first 3 years of his time in the suburb. They wanted to create a community that would feel warm and inviting even down to having a community church.

However the social landscape has shifted in the last 18 months or so and our pristine suburb, that once resembled a scene from the Truman Show is now no more. Something has changed…

I’m not even sure if its all bad, but there are signs of this once happy, friendly, safe community morphing into something that no-one expected….

I want to take some time to reflect on the changes that have taken place in our backyard over the last few years, so if you are also a suburban missionary stay tuned for observations on the challenges in suburbatopia.

Tenacity

I watched Amazing Grace on Thursday night and was totally inspired.

I had never done much research on the Wilberforce story, but seeing the movie has certainly provoked me in that direction. It was great to see a man who took seriously the way his faith impacted his place in the world. There were several ‘quotable’ moments in the film, but the first visit of the Clapham Sect was certainly poignant as they suggested to Wilberforce that he didn’t need to choose between praising God or a life in political activism, but rather he could do both. Hmm… I thought it would have been much better for him to ‘go into the ministry’…

I don’t know about you but I often find myself walking out of movies like this wondering if my life will be as significant as his… and then catching myself as I ask again ‘what does significant mean?’ and ‘what has God called me to do & be?’ I would reckon the Wilberforces of the world are maybe one in a million, or less, and yet the danger of seeing a movie like that, is to then see your own life as pretty lame by comparison. I know (right or wrong) that is one of my first responses and to be content with making the much smaller contribution that is mine, is sometimes a challenge.

One of the things the movie did well, was to show the agonisingly extended length of time it took for Wilberforce to see any change come about, to be continually opposed and to fight for a cause we now see as so bleeding obvious, but at the time to be considered a fool. His tenacity in the face of enormous personal opposition as well as failing health was powerful. Also we didn’t see much of the ‘dark side’ of this type of work – the effect on family or marriage – but I’m sure it had to be there. There is always a personal cost when you devote yourself to a cause. (William Booth’s story in a case in point.)

It was interesting that the moral question was not the one driving the debate in the British parliament, but rather it was economics. There were too many $$$ invested in the sugarfields for the English to outlaw slavery. In many ways not much has changed. I was reading New Internationalist this week and reflecting again on the genocide in Darfur where the primary reason for non-intervention my the west was economics and politics of the oil trade.

We may appear more civilised these days but…

Used Teabags are a Fading Memory

If you have been wondering what the new blog banner is about (and haven’t read the interaction below) then I’ll fill you in..

You see, I saw an image of used teabags hanging on a line drying out and I couldn’t help thinking back to the old stories I had heard of overseas missionaries being sent used teabags (I believe it is a true story) as a means of support.

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It was a fairly classic missionary image from my formative years – as well as safari suits and brylcream.

So it seemed like an appropriate image for a ‘backyard missionary’… But having ‘tested’ it on those who I thought would easily ‘get’ it I have come to realise that maybe my experience was different to everyone else’s 🙂

Anyway that’s the deal with the teabags!

As you were.

Hudson Taylor

This man has got to be one of the most courageous and inspiring Christians of the modern missionary movement.

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While I was at my in-laws place last year I discovered his two volume biography

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written by his son – around 1400 pages in all! It was like stumbling on a gold mine.

I raced thru the first volume, despite its rather poor narration and recently finished the second volume. I’d like to read some other HT bios because while this one may have been historically accurate it was not well written and thus will get ignored by many.

If you’re a missionary and want inspiration then make sure you tap into this guy’s story, but you may like to try an easier read first!

Is it just my age?…

Or – can anyone tell me the significance of the teabags on the new banner? Come on – Someone!…

I thought it might be fairly self evident, but Gaz (who is just a young lad) has been wondering what they are about. Is it difficult to ‘get’, or am I just from a different generation?

Similarly Fletch asked me about the term ‘God botherer’. Is that a tag from a past generation also?…

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While on names for Christians, one of my favourite reads was Manning Clark’s autobiography Quest for Grace. I found it in a garage sale in Busselton and the quote on the inside cover was enough to get my wallet out:

“I want to be there when everyone suddenly understands what it has all been for” (From Brothers Karamazov, Dostoevsky)

It was interesting reading about the life of one of Australia’s best known historians, but also a man who didn’t seem to like Christians much. Amongst the names for them that I remember were ‘God botherers’, ‘straighteners’, ‘life deniers’, ‘miserables, ‘frowners’ and ‘wowsers’. Its a pretty sad collection of tags, but maybe it reflects the world he grew up in and the spirit of the times!

I wonder what tags people would give us now?…

Any thoughts anyone?…

Here‘s a link to a Rowland Croucher article on Clark’s book. And an exceprt:

Manning Clark was attracted to Christ – ‘the Galilean fisherman’ (sic several times!) – but not Christian dogma. The words of Christ and the ideals of the Russian revolution were, for him, the great hopes of humanity.

He holds a mirror so that we wowsers may see ourselves as we appear to be to many others.

Great sadness – so near the kingdom, and yet, he felt, so far from it: or, at least, the kingdom as interpreted by the evangelicals/pharisees. He was an excellent asker of questions, but not so good at finding answers. (‘It was all there [in the words of the Anglican Prayer Book] if only it were true.’ Does Australia have to be a kingdom of nothingness? His life is a wistful and plaintive search for truth, and faith, and reality.