Drippy Day Out

OK, let me start by saying that I have a monster sized head. I’m on the very last button of adjustable hats and those supposedly “one size fits all” caps? You’re kidding me!

So, knowing that I had a week off while Shona was at a conference, I figured I’d dash down to “The Strand Hatters” in the city & see if a proper hat shop couldn’t help me out with one of my daydreams of owning a “driving hat”. Then…. each time I had remembered my plan, I also remembered that two of the kids would be at school for the week, which means I’d have to be back home by 2:30. The only chance? Take all four down on Saturday.

Sounds great! I’d started working on ideas like Driving to the Zoo, taking the cable car down to the ferry, riding across to Circular Quay, then taking a train into the City (my kids love public transport), but when I heard about the weather the other day, it looked like it would all fall apart. Still, the kids sounded interested and there was a DC Comics Lego exhibition at the Powerhouse Museum, so we decided to give it a go.

So on one rainy day, we enjoyed two tram rides and three train trips, helped the four kids enjoy 5 different things that day.

  1. Trains: Easy entertainment for the kids. Not only a means of getting to stuff, they enjoyed chatting to people (four kids with only a small age gap seems to be a great conversation starter). Travelling over the Harbour Bridge is always great too.
  2. Trams: They were pretty excited about “trains that drive on the roads”, but they’re pretty crowded in town. Handy, but not too exciting.
  3. Just being in the city: We caught a train into town hall, walked through eh QVB & up through the Pitt St. Mall. For kids who’ve spent almost all of their life on the Central Coast, all the big buildings were a blast. I had figured that being in the city, finding gluten free options would have been easier, but with the rain bucketing down at different times, we were stuck in one food court. Muffin Break came to the rescue with a GF choc-chip muffin!
  4. The Strand Hatters: (OK, this was my highlight, not theirs). Is it hipster central? Yep. Does it really matter? Nope! They were really really nice guys working there. The bloke who spent 10 minutes helping me find a hat had all kinds of opportunities to show me more expensive stuff, but in the end he said that a couple of the hats on sale were closest to what I was looking for & I ended up buying two hats for less than I thought I’d pay for one (he even gave me an extra 10% off on the two 50% off hats he sold me!). I’d go there again in a heart beat!
  5. The Powerhouse: The DC comics thing was pretty awesome and the powerhouse itself has all kinds of different things to look at. Were I to do it again, I’d consider driving in and/or going there first so the kids weren’t quite so tired. That said, it was still pretty awesome & the kids loved it.

Best of all, with the wise use of awning & tunnels, we managed to time things so we basically never got rained on the whole time we were there!

So I did it! New hat(s) and a great day out with the kids.

And now for the pics:

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The Cost of Convenience #2


A long time between posts (surprise, surprise), but I’m still thinking about it.

It’s a glorious thing that we live in a world where we have such easy access to so much information. Facebook, Twitter etc. has democratised information dissemination to the point where anyone, anywhere can share their thoughts with the world, and if you happen to get picked up by someone with enough followers, a thought that germinated  in a quiet Central Coast suburb can burst into full flower around the globe!

It’s lovely that it is so easy to share my thoughts with the world, but there are costs to this convenience. It’s far easier to share ill-informed arguments and it’s just as easy to critique solid arguments in an ill-informed way. Let me explain.

2.1 Dodgy ideas

We’ve all had that brilliant idea at midnight, which, when dissected in the cold light of day, turns out to be a manifestly silly prospect.
let’s face it, sometimes we NEED a little time to let those thoughts ruminate, solidify and show their true selves. Sometimes we’ll find a solution, making it a better, clearer & more helpful idea, while other times we realise it was a silly idea to begin with and not worth broader discussion.

Put a keyboard (or mobile phone, or tablet etc. etc.) in front of everyone and all of a sudden we have the opportunity to share every idea straight away. The cost of this convenience is that we remove that wonderful break that causes us to consider more deeply. Sometimes people just make mistakes. Idris Elba shared on Graham Norton, the occasion when he went to text one girl and accidentally sent a suggestive pic to the whole of the internet. Google created a feature that allows you to recall an email that you just sent, this to amend that moment when you find yourself accidentally having hit “reply all”, or maybe sent an email about your boss to your boss.

The bigger danger is every crazy, ill informed idea we have gets spewed out onto our social media feeds, creating all kinds of excitement that we might not be prepared for. You never know who will read your posts, and it’s quite possible that someone a lot smarter than you will come across it.

2.2 Dodgy arguments

But here is where we hit the other great cost of convenience. Living in a sound-bite world, with reams of information flicking past our eyes every time we sit down in front of a computer, it’s much easier to make assumptions about what we read, then critique it without every really engaging with what we’re reading.

NPR had the ultimate example of this about a year ago, when they posted the question “Why doesn’t America read any more?” with a link to an article about. Literally thousands of people left comments berating NPR for making such sweeping generalisations and castigating them for making a verbal attack on the American people. The problem was, if you clicked on the link, this is what you found:

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People were so quick to have an opinion on the headline that they read, that they didn’t bother to listen to the argument put forward.

I see it all the time (and I engage in it more often than I’d like to). You read a headline, you already have an opinion about a subject, so you jump in without actually engaging fully with what the interlocutor had to say. The upside of our connected world is that we can share much more information (and I need to be clear, it can also be good when we share unformed information and use online platforms to nut things out & discuss them), but the downside is that we appear to read much more, but we think  much less about what we’re reading.


The answer? I don’t know. I guess for me, I’ve been trying to slow down my responses. I still bite sometimes, but I find myself asking far more often, “is what I am saying helpful? Have I thought through all the angles, or am I just jumping in with my own thoughts & ideas before engaging with the question?”

Maybe a good start is to say, “I won’t critique an article that I haven’t read all of”?

The cost of convenience



I certainly don’t think that computers or the so called ‘new media’ or evil or anything like that. They have opened up all kinds of new avenues when it comes to connectedness and access to information. That said, recently I’ve been thinking about the cost of convenience. What happens when it is so easy to communicate with each other? For every opportunity, there is a cost that comes with convenience. I thought I might spend a couple of posts thinking about how this affects our lives. So without further ado:

  1. Communication

Data Spray

I took a scripture lesson for a parishioner this morning because they had to go away. While I was signing back out, the local Catholic co-ordinator bailed me up to ask if I knew who Mr.X was. I had no idea, other than he certainly wasn’t a member of our parish. In the end, it turns out that he is a Catholic bloke from a neighbouring parish who had sent out a group email to scripture teachers across the whole of the Central Coast informing them of some instructions for upcoming Easter services.

It’s wonderful that email makes it so easy to communicate with so many people at one time, but the cost of communication is that people will just send blanket messages rather than making sure that they are tailoring what they have to say for specific needs. When I mentioned this to our parish administrator, she put it perfectly: “He just wanted to move something out of his in tray and he didn’t stop to think how many other in trays he was clogging up when he did it!”


I remember listening to a podcast, (I am pretty sure it was “Reply all” but I couldn’t find it in their listing, so it must have been a sub story) about a tech reporter who has given up his personal email and only ever uses work email for really important things. His view was that we just fill ours and others’ inboxes with questions that we could probably answer if only we thought about things for a couple of seconds (or maybe we could show ingenuity), or we actually decrease productivity by going through a thousand different emails to sort something out, where one phone call would allow much more efficient back and forth to iron out problems.

Let me be clear and say that I think email, text messages, FB etc. add a lot of value to life, and I do think they add certain efficiencies. Even as I type this post, my boss just send back a draft for a new Baptism syllabus that I’d flicked him in email. But I also think it kills a little critical thought and some efficiency, when we go the easy route rather than making a phone call. I guess I could have titled this section “the easy route” rather than “efficiency” because that is one of the big factors too. I wonder whether there are more tensions both in work places and relationships because speaking to someone live is more of a hassle, so you can just ask something via email when it really deserved the personal touch.

The lost art

One of the final factors is that we are so over connected through phones & computers, that we end up undervaluing sincere personal communications. When I was in Bible College, I committed myself to writing handwritten letters to people, just letting them know that I appreciate them and what they do. I started after I heard someone say what it meant for them to have gotten a 3 line letter in the post from the senior minister just saying he appreciated them being on a reading roster.

When someone thanks you, particularly when they do it in a personal way, that can be a powerful thing! It would be a great start if people declared appreciation for things more often over the net, but even then, the act of doing so is an effortless one, it requires 3 seconds of typing & one second to send. These days, to write someone a note and let them you that you appreciate them costs $1 postage to start. If you like a nice piece of stationary & other such things it might rise to a couple of dollars, but what it says to the person that you’re writing to is that they are truly valued! You are willing to spend a little money, and the time to go to the post office, to let them know it too!

The conclusion

Professionally, it comes to “data spray”, I’ve found it helpful to ask myself the questions “could I deal with this issue more effectively if I spoke to the person”, and “am I just avoiding a conversation by writing this?” before I write emails. I’ve also found that, working with a lot of volunteers, people really respond well to a note of thanks. A word can be nice, and email is a little more memorable, but if you take the time to write to people, it makes a real difference (I still have letters like this written to me almost 20 years ago!) Personally, too, I’ve appreciated the process of thinking regularly “who and what am I thankful for?”, “Do the people who I am thankful for know that I appreciate them?”

You certainly don’t want to go overboard on something like this. Like emails themselves, letters can lose a little of the efficacy if you send them too often (and you’ll look like a stalker too!), but getting into the habit of writing to one or two people a week, though not as convenient as communicating online, will certainly prove to be worth your while!


It’s my day off.

I almost made it for a surf in the morning, but with some of the waves double head-height, I took a rain check & enjoyed a coffee & a chat with Aaron instead.

After a morning of cleaning the house & a little yard work, it was time for an afternoon in the city!

Shona had some errands to run, so the kids & I dropped her off & then drove to park near Mrs Macquarie’s chair. Here’s a couple of observations.

  1. $7 per hour on the weekend? I guess they charge what they can get, but that’s a bit steep!
  2. The Botanical gardens is a wonderful place to walk through with young kids. All the plants have little info tags, so I could answer some of the endless questions, and in the short period we were there we got to observe two weddings, watch a big party in the harbour, meet some Americans and get a fair bit of exercise in too! I had to keep reminding myself, however, that I didn’t need to rush from one thing to another, but I could stop & really appreciate what we were looking at with the kids. Answer all of the questions, ask some of my own, just stop & spend quality time!
  3. The view is pretty hard to beat! Half a dozen times we just stopped & looked out over the harbour. Magical on a sunny day.
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  4. The Art Gallery of NSW is pretty awesome: Granted, we only had 15 mins, but it was a great 15 mins. The sculptures out the front are accessible & fun (and a 30cm high curve-topped wall was a highlight for the kids who enjoyed walking from one end to the other). The outside of the gallery has 1000 different things to look at.
    Being free of charge, it was also great to hop in, have a cruise down a couple of the aisles & chat about painting, sculpture etc. with the kids. We could have spent a lot longer there, but were happy to get a taste & then head back out to meet mum.
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Having picked up Shona again, it was off to the Rugby! Rugby is a very affordable special occasion with the kids: The ARU might not do much right in my eyes (why they don’t battle to have free-to-air I will just never understand!!!), but one thing they do great is make going to games an affordable option. Shona & I got 4 game memberships this year, and they only cost $70. Considering you get a hat, key ring, stickers & a lanyard, that’s not too bad! What’s even better, however, is that all four of our kids get FREE memberships!!!!! That means all SIX of us get to go to a game for a $35 a game! It’s a great atmosphere, really family friendly, and it was an added bonus that we got to enjoy the night with heaps of friends with passes too!
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Getting home at midnight isn’t easy when you have a big Sunday ahead of you. But it’s well worth it. With a 4 game membership, we can spread the games out & go about once a month over the season.

What a bonus to have a wonderful passage to preach on for Sunday morning (Matthew 7:1-12. Listen to the sermon here), to meet a lovely family who were looking for a new Church (so keen they came twice in the one day) and to top things off with a really encouraging Centre AGM! Weekends like this put a pep back in your step!

Constant conversation


I do a fair few Baptisms, 6 already this year, and most of the people attend are not church goers. It’s lead to all kinds of interesting conversations before or after a service, but there is one thing that I seem to hear quite regularly and it makes me wonder.

(I should note that, having a little heritage listed church in our parish, too small to hold our normal church services in on Sunday, most of the baptisms we get are “private baptisms”, where the family are keen to have it held in that building and therefore the congregation is just made up of the friends & family. It’s a battle for me in some regards, because I think it sort of defeats the purpose (or at least one purpose) of baptism to have one that doesn’t have the Church family there for it!)

So I’m there after the service, standing at the entrance/exit, saying G’day to people as they head out, and on, gosh, 30 or more occasions over the last couple of years, I’ve had people say to me:

 “That was really nice. You made it all relevant.”

But what does that mean? I think they could mean one of one things?

  1. The day-dream possibility is that they have heard the gospel, and as we gather together to celebrate a baptism, it all makes a little more sense than it has before. They’ve come to see that Baptism into the church isn’t an anachronistic habit that we can’t quite let go of, but it is a powerful statement about relating to the God of the Universe!
  2. One middling possibility is that it’s possible that they are being complimentary. Maybe they liked the sermon and could see that I tried to make it meaningful. Maybe they liked the fact that I usually exegete why we do different things in the service and what they actually mean when we do them. Maybe they are just saying that it was thoughtfully connected to what we’re doing.
  3. Part of me wonders whether, when people say that, what they are really saying is “I thought I was going to come to a dull, slow, painful service, led by an  out of touch relic in language that I don’t understand. Instead, I actually understood what you were saying and I didn’t mind the service that much at all.”
  4. Then the pessimist in me says that if people found it really enjoyable and “relevant”, then maybe it means I didn’t preach the gospel clearly enough, and what I should be aiming for is statements about it being “unsettling”, or “challenging.”

Whatever people mean, I’m glad for the opportunity to be able to share the gospel regularly with people, I’m comforted by the fact that any family that comes to bring their child for baptism hears what being in a relationship with Jesus is about, what being a part of the Church is about, and they look me in the eye and tell me that they can make baptism promises confidently. Finally, I enjoy the challenging of crafting what I do a little more each time. Can I be clearer, can I be more engaging, and can I go about everything in a winsome way that shows that being a friend of Jesus is the most relevant thing there is!

The Rhythms of life


It’s a pointy end of the year.

Of course, there’s all the stuff that comes with kids. #1 is moving up into 1st grade, #2 starts school next week. But the kid stuff has been a blast compared to the hectic nature of work.

Having survived Christmas, one is reminded, a couple of weeks into January, that the whole of 2016 is ahead of you.

  • Preparing a thousand different rosters for all of the ministries at Church
  • Printing out a million pieces of paper for Term 1 Sunday School craft (that was my job today, supported by a lovely parishioner, Wendy!)
  • Baptisms galore (and Baptism prep for the many people fitting in a celebration during the next couple of months of warm weather
  • Weddings (and preparation for my cousin & my cousin to be!)
  • A thousand other little tasks as we make sure that we’re set for the year ahead.

In the midst of all of this, it’s been a horribly sad January, with the passing of a parishioner, Sean, at only 26 years of age, leaving behind a wife and four young kids.

With all the business and grief crowding in, it was lovely to head down beside the Terrigal Skillion at 5:15 last Sunday to catch the dawn with a couple of mates, Peter & Peter, from the evening service.

I didn’t have the best start. I was standing on a rock ledge, watching someone walk toward me in the pre-dawn light. Just as I confirmed that it was one of the Pete’s, the last vestiges of a broken wave, having travelled across 100m of ledge, trickled over my shoes & ensured that I’d be squelching for the rest of the morning. Truth be told, I didn’t mind a bit, because the glory of watching the sun break out over the horizon & colour the clouds was just magical!

Peter #1 & I spent a good 20 minutes chatting & snapping from different (and drier) vantage points before Peter #2 popped up (infinitely better prepared for a rock shelf, in thongs & board shorts) thigh deep in water, capturing some abstracts to our left. It was wonderful to watch waves spraying as they butted up against the shelf, then cascade in a foot-high waterfall after trickling across the flat rock.

Amongst all of this, I couldn’t help but reflect that the sun continues to rise, the waves continues to pound, and the world continues to turn: no matter whether my weeks are big or small, my trials terrible or trivial, it all keeps on going.

Best of all, I know that God is bigger than it all. The unmoved mover is the one who made the waves, he fashioned the galaxy, and long after the land and sea have disappeared, God will still be there.

On Wednesday, we buried Sean. It was a very emotional occasion, but it was a glorious thing to know that he trusted in God and he is now safe in Jesus’ hands. God will care for him, just as I know he will care for me, no matter what 2016 decides to throw up next.


The Two Petes
The Two Petes



The Mystery Show

It started with a podcast.

With a fair bit of time in the car over the last week and a couple of late night walks, I’ve been delving into the podcasts, and one of the first suggestions I got was the Mystery Show. Shows like this are the perfect reminder that a story, well told, can be about almost anything. I listened to an episode that was all about tracking down the owner of a belt buckle that was lost 20 years ago. It sounds as dull as dull, but I enjoyed every second of it & even felt a teensy bit misty eyed at the end (you’ll have to listen to it yourself to see why!)! Starlee Kine does a wonderful job at taking those everyday little mysteries (on the way home from a wedding yesterday, it was how tall is Jake Gyllenhaal? could that really be entertaining? Yep, it was awesome!) and deconstructing them in a magical way.

So this all got me thinking.

I took a funeral last week, and, with mysteries floating around in my head, I spoke about it a little during the funeral. Not the podcast (that would be a little weird), but the idea of mystery. One of the reasons I think it’s become so popular to say of funerals “it’s not about mourning their death, it’s just a celebration of their life”, is because people feel fearful/anxious about the sense of mystery that comes with death. It’s seen as the great unknown. We’ve lost someone and we don’t know what is in store for them, or what it means for them to have died. We see a little of this tension played out in the fact that, no matter how staunch people are as atheists in the everyday, inevitably, they tend to get caught up in “I know X is looking down on us today” rhetoric when speaking of death.

We feel the tension. We don’t like the anxiety.

I shared last week, that God doesn’t want us to feel that fear/anxiety, and there’s an answer to it.

This Thursday, I head down to Sydney to attend the funeral of a member of my congregation and former Sydney Bishop, John Reid. He was a great man, humble, honest, friendly and very intelligent. I have no doubt that I’ll hear some amazing eulogies about a truly lovely guy, but what makes me look forward to his funeral is not that I’ll get to hear people wax lyrical about him, not that his many accomplishments make for a nice hagiography, but that he was confident that he knew that God had revealed the greatest of all mysteries to him. John knew that God himself had taken on human flesh, had lived a sinless life, took the penalty for John’s sins when he died on the cross, and then rose to life three days later, robbing death of its sting, and offering an answer to the mystery “what will happen to me when I die?”

John knew that nothing that will be said about him at his funeral will be the reason why God welcomes him into heaven. He rested wholly and solely on the person and work of Jesus Christ. The veil had been lifted, the mystery solved.

Though I’ll certainly miss his presence (and occasional constructive criticism) in the meantime, John was confident, as I am, that he has gone to be with God, and that we’ll be reintroduced one day in the future.