Some Good Television

After my earlier rant about television I’ve now got to mention some great news I got this morning.

One of the national commercial networks has agreed to screen a documentary, currently in production, about my recent cycle trip from Perth to Hobart. We will put a one hour programme together looking at the highs and lows of our 32 day trip. It’ll be awesome. We’ll be showing the rest of Australia what a bunch of people can do when they’re sold out to Jesus.

Now we only need to find some more sponsors to kick in some more editing funds. Let’s celebrate.

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They're So Cute

The neighbours’ cat had kittens about a month ago. A week or so back the mother cat took the 4 kittens away. She has continued to come and go from next door but without her offspring. We had a quick look around our yard but couldn’t see anything. The mother cat has been spending more and more time in our yard so I had a closer look yesterday. Bingo. Four adorable, fluffy, ginger kittens with bright blue eyes.

I’m a bit reticent about letting the neighbours know that they’re here because they’re very peaceful in our yard. At their place they have 3 ‘energetic’ children who pay the kittens a bit too much attention. I’m sure thats why the mum shifted them. I know I’ll have to tell them eventually but in the meantime I’m loving having them there.

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Television Ruling Our Lives

I have to admit that I’m not a rugby fan at all and I didn’t even watch one game of the World Cup. However, I was intrigued to hear the outrage at the way both the English and Australian teams were presented with their medals after the final.

International Rugby Board chairman Syd Millar apparently looked as if he was tossing medals at the Aussies and didn’t waste time with pleasantries like shaking hands. Aussie Prime Minister awarded the English with their medals and there have been dozens of letters writen to newspapers about his attitude. Talk radio around Australia has filled the airwaves with people saying what a sore loser our PM is.

Today we have been given a reason for the apparent bad manners. The game ran late and so they had TV guys hovering the whole time telling the presenters to hurry up. Can you believe it? This is the World Cup, the pinnacle achievement of an international game and it’s being dictated by television producers. I know that the TV thing is important but you’ve got to ask, when did TV stop reporting on major events and start running them. (A long time ago I know.) Already most televised sports need to wait on the green light to recommence play after television advertising breaks.

I’ve got a lot more to say about this – and that’s coming up, right after this break ………..

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‘Pedalling’ the Gospel

A friend of mine won’t be with me when I attend our Sunday service tomorrow. It’s not that he doesn’t have a spiritual hunger, it’s just that he’ll be ‘enjoying community’ with a bunch of other cyclists on his regular Sunday morning ride. This morning we sat around at a coffee shop and chatted for quite some time, and it was him that started a conversation about the Bible.

I’ve been riding with him and a bunch of other cyclists every Saturday morning for a few years now. We ride about 40 km and then sit around eating choc-chip muffins and raisin toast as we sip long blacks, flat whites and cappucinos. I’m one of only two Christians in the group. Everyone knows what I’m about but I’m still just one of the guys. I love being with this bunch. There is a natural friendship among the participants. There is an openess with each other. There is a real bond that most churches would do well to take onboard.

This friend has a few ideas about the Bible. He can see stuff that it talks about starting to happen in our world. He thinks that Mormons talk a lot of rubbish. He has a friend that ‘reads the Bible a lot.’ He is a unique kind of guy and while I’m praying that he’ll meet Jesus, I’d hate to see him forced into someone else’s idea of what a Christian should be.

I hope you’ll pray for me as I continue to build friendships within this group. I don’t want to build friendships so that I can peddle (excuse the pun) my message. I want to build friendships because these are good people that I want to know better and I want to introduce them to Jesus.

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I Need the Wild Truth

T-Bone Burnett is a name that you might never have heard before. He’s a muso and music producer.

For anyone who has known anything about ‘Christian Music’ for a while it may interest you to know that he is married to Sam Phillips – formerly known as Leslie Phillips.

T-Bone Burnett is a well respected professional who has toured in Bob Dylan’s band and produced music for Counting Crows, The Wallflowers, BoDeans, Los Lobos, Bruce Cockburn and others. He is also a Christian. However he doesn’t serve up the usual themes in his music. He releases his music to a secular audience and tackles a huge range of ideas.

I like his music and I like his attitude. His lyrics make me think. He is quoted as saying, “You can sing about the Light, or you can sing about what you see because of the Light. I prefer the latter.”

Maybe we should take a leaf out of his book and make sure that everything we do and say is ‘about what we see because of the Light.’

Here are the lyrics to just one of his songs. It’s not his best or most insightful, but trying to pick which song that would be is a task beyond me.

The Wild Truth

from The Talking Animals

you never said it was a bed of roses

but you never said it was a bed of nails

you never told me ’bout the rubber hoses

or how unsteady were the justice scales

i need the wild truth

on the street there are a billion people

they got no love, they got no hope

they got no youth, they got no beauty

they’re looking backwards through a telescope

they need the wild truth


whatever happened to the man walking down the street

with his hands in his pockets whistling a tune?

science fiction and nostalgia have become the same thing

i don’t know how to make any choices anymore i mean,

who do i vote for? i get the feeling that as soon as

something appears in the paper it ceases to be true

i have to meet the man who can crack this world of justice

like a safe. someone with the courage to allow room for

good things to run wild

into the wild truth

we don’t need no voodoo stories

from no magic president

who tries to make a dream a fait accompli

by using phantoms for his evidence

we need the wild truth

i tell a hundred thousand lies that twist me

into the noise where i hide my sin

my shame and scandal pull me down and kiss me

i can’t live a life that might have been

i need the wild truth


are we supposed to take all this greed and fear and hatred

seriously? it’s like watching dust settle it never changes

it’s too consistent

mercy is not consistent it’s like the wind

it goes where it will. mercy is comic, and its the only

thing worth taking seriously

i need the wild truth

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