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A search committee discusses possible applicants for a vacant Charge

Adam: Good man, but problems with his wife. Also, one reference told of how his wife and he enjoy walking naked in the garden.

Noah: Former pastorate of 120 years, with no converts. Prone to unrealistic building projects.

Moses: A modest and meek man, but poor communicator, even stuttering at times. Sometimes blows his stack and acts rashly. Some say he left an earlier position over a murder charge.

David: The most promising leader of all, until we discovered the affair he had with his neighbour’s wife.

Solomon: Great preacher, but our manse would never hold all those wives. 


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David (via George Takei)


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May 3, 2016 · 11:40

Hope for all


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October 30, 2014 · 21:40


I want one!

The most famous name in motorcycling. A legend. An evolution.
With the latest Triumph Bonneville you’re riding over 50 years of engineering excellence. A thoroughly modern interpretation of the definitive ‘proper’ motorcycle, this iconic symbol of rebellion and independence is even more accessible thanks to its low and narrow seat, clean and efficient fuel-injected engine and lightweight 17 inch alloy wheels for even sharper handling.
An air-cooled parallel-twin as only a Bonneville can be, the 865cc unit employs modern fuel injection technology for clean running and excellent economy.

Question: What kind of motor vehicles are in the Bible?Answer: Yahweh drove Adam and Eve out of the Garden in a Fury.David’s Triumph was heard throughout the land.Honda… because the apostles were all in one Accord.

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August 7, 2013 · 19:11

from “Beliefs of the Heart” blog – Heroes of the Faith

The wonder of the gospel is not the love of the beautiful; it’s when Beauty kisses the Beast.

The Beast isn’t loved because he has changed; the Beast is changed when he is loved. Joy doesn’t come when he’s loved for his beauty; joy overwhelms him when he is loved in his hideousness.

If the Beast were loved for his beauty, it would be an unbearable burden. Any day he might be scarred, and soon he will certainly be a wrinkled old man.

So why do we burden our children with the unbearable load of “being good little boys and girls like the heroes in the Bible”? We wouldn’t load a pack mule with the burdens we place on our children.

There’s gotta be a better way

Let’s teach the wonder of the gospel. Let’s show our kids that God loves us … simply because he loves us. In our beastliness. That he loves us before we are good.

That his love isn’t vague sentimentality, but it cost him his most precious treasure to turn us into his prized possession; that the storyline of the Bible is God’s Search and Rescue mission to find the dying Beast and kiss him into joyous life.

  • How Abraham was an idol worshiper and God loved him and pursued him;
  • How Joseph was a narcissistic boy and God loved him and pursued him;
  • How David was a murdering adulterer and God loved him and pursued him;
  • How Esther had sex outside of marriage with a non-believer and God loved her and pursued her.

Our heroes weren’t loved because they were good; they were good because they were loved.

We may believe in the innocence of youth, but our children know better. They see the children in the schoolyard (and they see us at home!). They don’t need the counterfeit gospel of pack-mule-moralism; they need the kiss of the Beauty.

Maybe we do too. Besides, it’s what the Bible in fact teaches.

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Rush to Judgement

Some years ago this happened on a London-bound train

A ticket inspector came across an elderly man – shabbily dressed and somewhat disreputable looking – sitting in a first-class compartment of the train.

This was OBVIOUSLY not a first-class traveller, and, indeed, when asked for his ticket, the old fellow fumbled in his pocket for a few minutes – but without finding it.

The inspector then told the man that he’d give him five more minutes to find it.  He then left the compartment, but instead of checking out the other passengers, he waited at the end of the corridor, certain that the old chap would make a sharp exit at the next station.

But he didn’t.  When next approached, the old man was full of apologies as he produced the necessary ticket.

On arrival at Euston, the inspector spotted him on the platform, beckoning to a porter to help him with his luggage.

But, when halfway towards him, the porter suddenly changed direction to take the luggage of a very smart and expensively dressed woman.

Seeing this happen, and feeling ashamed of misjudging the elderly shabbily dressed man, the inspector volunteered to carry his cases.

At the taxi rank, the old man took out his wallet and handed the inspector a very generous tip.

Then he said, ‘Do me a favour – tell that porter what I gave you for carrying my luggage, and then tell him never to judge a book by its cover’

The inspector agreed, found the porter, and told him what had happened.

‘Well,’ replied the porter, ‘should you see that gentleman again, tell him that the well dressed lady, whose case I carried, is blind.

‘She’s a regular traveller, and, whenever I’m free, I help her and NEVER take a penny for it.  Tell him to apply his words to himself!’

How often we reach quick and easy conclusions – so often based on how a person looks or behaves or where he or she comes from – and how often we get it wrong.

We are too quick, too ready, to rush to judgement

If the reapers in Christ’s parable had had their way, they would have tried to tear out the weeds – and that would have meant tearing out the good wheat with them.

Judgement, says Jesus, should be left to the final harvest – in God’s time.

The only person to judge is God himself.

There’s a story told in the Old Testament about Samuel, who was directed by God to find and anoint a new King for Israel.

Samuel went to Bethlehem to look at the sons of a man named Jesse.  He looked at all of them, and some we’re told were handsome and strong and the likeliest of candidates…but, in the end, it was Jesse’s youngest son, a boy called David who was out in the fields looking after the sheep, who was to be God’s favourite.  The least likely son became King.

But, as that Old Testament story tells us ‘Man looks at the outward appearance, but God looks at the heart’

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Psalm-enchanted evening


an illustration of King David playing the Psalms

Psalm 23 – “The Message” Translation

1-3 God, my shepherd!
    I don’t need a thing.
You have bedded me down in lush meadows,
    you find me quiet pools to drink from.
True to your word,
    you let me catch my breath
    and send me in the right direction.

Even when the way goes through
    Death Valley,
I’m not afraid
    when you walk at my side.
Your trusty shepherd’s crook
    makes me feel secure.

You serve me a six-course dinner
    right in front of my enemies.
You revive my drooping head;
    my cup brims with blessing.

Your beauty and love chase after me
    every day of my life.
I’m back home in the house of God
    for the rest of my life.


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