So the youth group I’m part of at church is now online: refwl.wordpress.com
Check it out. Especially if you’re part of FWL.
So the youth group I’m part of at church is now online: refwl.wordpress.com
Check it out. Especially if you’re part of FWL.
I came across the Pulitzer Prize-winning photography collections today.
The winner for this year is a black-and-white series on a boy dying from cancer. Impossible to read and not cry.
Last year’s winning entry is fascinating. It’s a look at dead marines transported back to the US from Iraq, and the funeral process their families go through. The caption on one photo says this:
Marines lift the flag off the casket of Lance Cpl. Evenor Herrera, preparing to fold it for the last time and present it to Herrera’s parents, Blanca and David Stibbs, center. After watching so many scenes of grief, the Marines involved say the cries of the family never leave their mind. “It’s almost enough to wish that you could take his place, so these people wouldn’t hurt so much,” said Sgt. Kevin Thomas.
That’s a powerful thing to say. It reminded me of another powerful statement:
You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous man, though for a good man someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.
(Romans 5:6-8 NIV)
It’s a great thing. But how do you talk about the power of death being overcome with someone afflicted so terribly by the power of death now? One part of the answer is the truth above, the other part you see in this photo series, as a man stands by and walks with a widow in terrible grief. Love and presence are powerful things.
Since I’m off to Melbourne tomorrow for the National Ultimate Championships with my team Fakulti, I thought I’d post this shot. With a bunch of people from college, we were down on the Shoalhaven River for a weekend away. The shot, taken by Mike Allen (I think), captured my attempt at a game of jump-off-the-pier-and-try-to-catch-the-frisbee. It’s the sport of 2007. You heard it here first.

P.S. I’m pretty sure I dropped it.
This is an old warehouse building about 5 minutes away from where I live. It looks great in the afternoon light.

I’m having a great couple of days.
Today, I met people for coffee not once but twice. Firstly I got together with my boss and fellow student minister, so we could hammer out what we are each doing for our upcoming series through Mark’s gospels. I’m doing two talks, the first on Mark 2-3, entitled “Bigger than Jesus?”. The other is Jesus’ strange-but-true coronation at the cross. Later in the afternoon I caught up with an old friend, whom I’ve known since primary school. He’s finishing up a PhD in the area of ubiquitous computing, and is about to go over to the states for an internship with Google. Sounds like a lot of fun.
Tonight I cooked up a beautiful (if I do say so myself) African lamb stew/casserole type thing, with tomatoes and chickpeas. Had it with a glass of red wine. Yum.
Tomorrow, it’s two of my favourite things: Hebrew, and snorkelling. Both with good friends.
And to cap it off, I leave on Saturday evening to go to Melbourne, where I’ll be playing with my Ultimate Frisbee team Fakulti in the Australian National Championships.
Did I mention I’m also on holidays?
Research turns up the most amazing things.
Thanks to David Ould.
I’ve just handed in an essay for Church History, on the effects of English translations of the Bible in the sixteenth century (under the reign of Queen Elizabeth I). The essay is a little long to post, but here are some highlights:
Pretty cool stuff, for which I for one am very thankful.