Wine No-No For Communion? Really?


The Anglicans and Lutherans insist on it. The Presbyterian in fact, appears to require it (http://highlands-reformed.com/beliefs/wine-in-communion/)

Yet, in largely secular Australia, in a part of Melbourne not usually held up as the model of sobriety, wine was said to be somewhat blemished and rubbished for purposes of communion. Unfortunately, that happened in the church I go to. Someone lead the communion recently and provided what surely must at best be a poorly formed personal opinion, and said wine is fermented, and therefore not pure, and that was why it wasn’t used for communion.

I hope we don’t have that much confidence in churches of Christ Victoria/Tasmania, that we can disregard (let alone rubbish) the practice in the Church of England and company. Even then I don’t think CoC necessarily subscribes to a no-wine policy. So like I said, that is probably a personal opinion. The problem was the personal opinion was given a public airing, and as far as I am aware no one has corrected that obviously wrong opinion. As usual, I have no confidence whatsoever, that there would be steps taken to even have that individual spoken to. He will in all likelihood, be given the soap box again at some point. I cant be sure the leaders care enough to ensure no loosely formed personal opinions get aired publicly as truths or quasi truths of some sort.

Pew Warming Life


Much to my chagrin, the cell I attend has chosen to do Rick Warren’s “Purpose Driven Life”. I had stepped down as a leader of this cell and so did not want to say too much about my displeasure with this decision. I guess this is the outcome of an unstructured cell ministry.

When each group is given complete freedom to choose whatever material it fancies with little or no guidance of any sort, the very likely outcome is a choice which reflects the extent of industry and effort the least inclined is happy to put in.

I can understand this if the church is either lead by the laity or does not have a cell ministry it purports to view as a core ministry. When it does have a trained minister and a cell ministry and that ministry is proclaimed by the trained minister as one of the pillars of its strategy, I seriously cannot understand why there is a complete lack of guidance on what material to use.

Ah well, I think it is established that despite what the pastor proclaims, cell ministry really doesn’t feature very much for members. He will continue to have this credibility problem of saying one thing but acting differently.

It should be of little concern to me in any event. I will be unable to lead any discussion so it does not matter what I think. The inability to lead is tied up with the general inability to do anything which has any element of leadership. For as long as I cannot confidently fall within the leadership framework of the church, I should not undertake any act of leadership. And… I cannot fall within the leadership framework of this church for as long as I still cannot understand the statement made against me, that I am selective in acknowledging and affirming the leadership of the senior pastor. Hence, I must remain a spectator. I guess as long as I don’t feel I need to serve in any way, I can still come along and warm the pews every Sunday and go home thereafter.

Errands delayed


Day off post Canberra yesterday:

  • Dry cleaning picked-up and dropped-off
  • Coffee with Tress
  • Got  a hairy
  • Bathed the little jedi
  • Vacuumed the house
  • Washed the car

I couldn’t work on the rest of the hedges however, as the weather turned nasty and the winds and rains came belting down.

The clean wardrobe, clean dog, clean house and clean car all add up to a very sleepy yours truly this morning however, which meant I slept in and missed gym… 😦

It was very refreshing to have seen Kiddo again. It was especially satisfying to see her still active in church and its activities. This church she attends – the Crossroads – was so much like the Uni Church I had attended at the University of NSW. When they started to sing some songs, I turned to Tress to say how refreshing to sing songs that concentrated on God and His work as the starting point, instead of the boyfriend type of songs which LifeGate Church of Christ is so fond of singing, which were so focused on the self that God is almost an incidental.

We were at the Floriade, share a number of meals together, and she came over and slept in our B&B in Campbell – a nice little property close to the shops and a park, which we could bring the little black jedi over for walks.

The long drives to Canberra have become easier to deal with, and the great times we shared with Kiddo, have made the drives so much easier.

Looper


Tress and I went to watch this at FHC today…

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We were in Canberra from Sat and got home on Monday night. We spent the day (Tuesday) with loads of errands and at the end of it all, decided to treat ourselves to a movies especially seeing it is Tuesday, and movies are on the cheapie…
It was a good movie. Bruce Willis did his usual shooting spree, Emily Blunt was her usual beautiful self, and Joseph Gordon Levitt has grown from strength to strength. Time travel plots can sometimes be infuriatingly complicated but this one was straight forward enough…

Spring in Canberra


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We’re in Canberra again, and caught the Floriade this time.

We also made it to Brodburger, a joint at the Old Bus Depot in Kingston which serves up a very decent burger.

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Tress had a fish burger, which turned out to include a full frontal slab of salmon fillet. Bellissimo!

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Kerr


Will Kerr be responsible for bringing down two Labor governments?

· Sir John Kerr re Whitlam in 1975

· Kerr Street, Fitzroy re Gillard in 2012

You are my Solskjaer. My only Solskjaer.


26 May 1999 will forever remain etched in my mind. More than 13 years later, memories of that day still tingles my spine.

There I was at Nou Camp, Barcelona.

Sheringham had just scored the equaliser and I just had beer splashed all over me from maybe half a dozen rows above me. Some of us had to check around to find out who it was who scored.

We were still celebrating when Beckham took another corner, Sheringham again got to it first and nodded it to Solskjaer to guided it up the inside roof of the net.

Who put the ball in the Germans‘ net? Ole Gunnar Solskjaer!

He was one of Old Trafford‘s most loved legends. His four goal sub appearance against Forest in a 12 minute spell, was also something I’d remember for a long time. Fergie said that was possible because while on the bench Solskjare was always studying match progress and analysing the pattern of play. That trait is probably what is setting him up as a successful manager.

Ole Gunnar Solskjaer has now been touted as a manager for Bolton. He has already achieved success in Norway. Always a well liked figure, who knows – one day this Old Traffor legend may return to pace the sidelines. He wont be dishing any hairdryer treatments though – it would more likely be a deathly stare of a baby-faced assassin.

Sexist, Liar and Screwtape


Like I was saying earlier in a previous entry, my evenings are very free now. My mind is unoccupied mostly and last night I had some music on – streamed through iTunes on my ipad onto Apple TV – and I read a book. Tress was reading her ipad too, in the same lounge room. I was reading a very old book by Alistair McGrath, titled “Doubt”. I thought he was an absolute star with a super svelte performance which creamed Richard Dawkins and having used his texts before, this tiny sliver of a book looked like easy read and it was.

Later on however, I had the Sky news on and the grotesque spectre involving Peter Slipper, Speaker of the Australian Parliament was on full display. How the Prime Minister could train her shots at Tony Abbott with wild allegations of maltreatment of women but at the same time refused to act against the Speaker who had displayed full frontal assault (so to speak) on women, is just hypocrisy and thick skinned blood mindedness of the nth degree.

It turned out Slipper resigned later that night and spared the country the ignominy of a truly misogynist representative of the legislature, and Julia Gillard demonstrated in full splendour once again, her pathetic sense of judgment.

I picked up my book again later that night, after flushing the effects of witnessing the vulgar Gillard-Slipper saga with a half decent bottle of red. “Doubt” had texts dealing with unbelief of the theological kind but my mind was on my disbelief of nearly equal proportions, at the continuing ungodly lies of our current Prime Minister Julia Gillard.

“The Big Issue”


Not the publication hawked in train stations in the city, but the big question in my mind…

For a number of years now, I have been frequenting these sites:

The Sydney Institute

www.thesydneyinstitute.com.au

Quadrant Online

www.quadrant.org.au

Phillip Jensen

www.phillipjensen.com

Andrew Bolt (Blog)

http://blogs.news.com.au/heraldsun/andrewbolt/

Christianity Today

www.christianitytoday.com

Centre for public Christianity (“CPX”)

www.publicchristianity.org

Does this make me a Christian conservative who cannot be objective?

When I found myself being taken aback – shocked even – but otherwise generally not angered or raged, when Alan Jones said what he said (that the PM Julia Gillard’s father died of shame of her lies), was it because I have been immersing myself in such an environment?

I am 47 years old, a Christian, a lawyer who works primarily on financial services matters, comes into work every day in a business environment and have to this day, been spared of a need to resort to government help in the form of welfare or any other means.

I believe in an order of society, where rule of law is based on a legal system which is an outcome of public debate between competing values. I believe these values ought to reflect what the community wants.

The community at large, that is. Not just narrow de facto carve outs like journalists, politicians or special interest groups.

I also believe the community needs to be given the freedom to decide for itself, without the undue influence of academics, journalists and other groups who purport to be liberated know-better types.

That is a risky thing to said however because of my next statement, which is this: The community needs nevertheless, to turn to a God who loves them and wants to the very best for them, but on His terms.

That would appear to allow an exception to my earlier statement and I am suggesting Christians are somehow a liberated know-better group who is more acceptable than the academics, journalists and other groups who purport to also be liberated and know better – which is why the debate between Christians and atheists becomes important.

What Alan Jones and others of his ilk says which resonates with me, traces its roots to that thread. Christianity teaches an order to things where authority is key.

Yet what this group often fails to address is the real needs of large sections of the community, for care and support. There are single mothers, disabled men, homeless youth, and unemployed parents, who did not choose to be where they are and did not have a choice to be in a different state to that which they find themselves. They have not acted irresponsibly and do not want to remain where they are. They want opportunities to pick themselves up, find work, discharge their responsibilities and be contributors not recipients of help.

Unfortunately a debate of ideas and values are often undergirded by a competition for limited resources. Financial and labour capital resources are finite and competition for them depends on who can best make use of them, to produce the maximum outputs. Presumably this is of greater priority. How this balances with the need to look after labour capital is I’m sure an area many have spent their lives looking into.

Somehow – whatever the intricacies of the theories, arguments and empirical historical data – the intuition for me is you fix the system in terms of financial capital and apply the principles of the Scriptures in terms of labour capital. On this credo is my inclination toward the conservative and away from the liberals (lower cap “l”) based. Fixing the system for labour capital will simply lead to financial capital flowing elsewhere.

It is a vexed area, full of complexities and minefields. I am simply trying to work out why I am not worked up over a patently stupid and heartless comment, and wonder if I need to be reading more from sources other than those sites and works associated with them.

Longer days… for now


Late on Friday last week I rang a couple of tradesmen and got one to come over on Sat. We had wanted to rearrange our home layout a bit and we needed the tv and cable points moved to a different part of the house. One of the tradesmen I rang was happy to come on Sat afternoon.

We went about our usual Sat morning routine of coffee, dry cleaning and groceries but it was very grey and a bit cold – too chilly in fact for this time of the year. I had to remind Tress we are already in mid-spring and it should be warming up already. Instead, it hovered around 8-9 deg all morning and it was raining too, which was a bit of a mood dampener.

Late morning, we busy-bodied ourselves and walked to the house behind our street, which was being sold and a largish crowd had turned up. The little jedi came along. The bidding activities were healthy and the property eventually got sold, and as soon as we got home the tradie rang and we got ready for him. For the rest of the arvo we rearranged the home.

That night we went to lower Templestowe for a dinner at someone’s home. The other guests were a surprise – the church pastor and his family – and it became a very subdued one as a result for me. I was surprised the pastor accepted an invitation to a dinner party on a Saturday night, but I guess each has his own priorities and own way of working.

We got home relatively early because the daylight saving switchover was happening between Sat night and Sunday morning. It’s that time of the year where we lose an hour. The early morning light will be no more for a number of weeks. I had been leaving home in the morning when it was starting to brighten up but this morning it was back to very dark. The flip side of course, is it stays light till later and last night dogs and their owners were still frolicking in the oval park across the street till past 7 and soon, it would be past 8 before it turns dark.

We talked to kiddo on skype last night and caught up on what she needed from us when we trek up again this weekend. She looked and sounded well so I hope she’s travelling well.

I had carried Sheanne in church in the morning, which for a little while, reminded me of when kiddo was just a little girl. Just like daylight savings and varying lengths of days, carrying Sheanne and talking to Kiddo said the same things to me.

The ebbs and flows of times and events will continue in their cycles. These cycles began well before I came into being and well before I was given a consciousness of these things, and they will likely continue well after I ceased having consciousness of these and other things and well after I cease to be. While I have those moments I will cherish them.

As I looked at Sheanne I saw a future full of potential for love and blessings. I appreciated how she wandered a few pews away from her parents and had come to Tress and I, with a balloon in her hands, and nodded when I asked if she wanted me to carry her. That was a moment I cherished because soon, she will grow and have other relationships which would blossom her more. While she was in my hands, other than cherishing how a little girl of 2 ½ years of age found it in her to walk to a 47 year old grump to share a few moments, I thought of how I can make her continue her blossom when at some point soon, we no longer have those touch points.

When I spoke with kiddo later that night, I was thinking of little Sheanne earlier in the day. I thought and wondered if Sheanne would grow up to become like kiddo. I wondered if her parents would be as proud of her (as I was of kiddo last night), when she grew up, went to Uni and talked to her parents – probably over some holographic phone of some sort – 16 or 17 years from now. I feel really blessed yesterday, not just with kiddo and Tress surrounding me, but in being in a unique position where I see my daughter in the here and now, and I have touch points with Sheanne and her parents, who have so many parallels with Tress and I back in the early to mid-90’s. It is a unique blessing to be at this point. I wonder what I should be doing about it. Probably before the days get dark quickly again…