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Captain Pride

Did you know that those red and green navigational markers in the river are there for a purpose? (When travelling upstream, you’re supposed to keep to the right of the red markers and to the left of the green ones.) But the river was wide, and there was plenty of room, and the red markers…

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Nightmare scenarios

Sometimes when I feel a bit daring, I pull the book “Extreme Encounters” off the shelf. It’s full of the testimonies of those who have suffered a near death experience…. I don’t mean one of those operating theatre stories….. but someone who was mauled by piranhas, and someone who fell foul to an avalanche, and…

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Sermons from the Gallery

I’m either getting old or becoming an art snob, for I found this year’s Archibald entries challenging. Schaeffer’s withering critique about art in America came to mind when I walked through the door into the exhibition: “Mediocrity masquerading as creativity”. But one exhibit caught my eye, submitted by Leslie Rice. It was a dark picture…

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The wiser woodcutter

This morning I was wrestling with a piece of firewood that would have defied the strength of Samson! (Well, he might have just managed to split it with a lucky strike….. but he wasn’t around.) The piece was so hard and the wood so knotted. Sharpening the axe would have had no effect. Sometimes of…

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You gotta love onomatopoeias. Like ‘Thwack!’ What did you just hear? The sound of a golf ball being driven down the fairway, courtesy of some dynamic one wood? The sound of a dusty cushion being cleaned, courtesy of a large wooden stick being wielded by some strong-armed housecleaner? Thwack! Not crack. That’s more the sound…

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Choosing captains

It always seemed a big deal at Primary School – the selection of the School Captain. In my day, it was the teachers who determined the result; but today, the candidates give their best pitch and the students give their bought vote. Now looking back, and in comparison with what is called ‘the big scheme…

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This Sunday we’re singing Edith Cherry’s hymn, “I have heard Thy voice, Lord Jesus”. And I can’t wait. It’s a song of deep consecration, though this verse unfortunately will be omitted from the final cut: All for Jesus, Master keep it, Chiming on within my heart; Chiming when the way is gladsome, Chiming when the…

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My wife was reading aloud a sentence from the web on the history of the Berrima Gaol. “The Berrima Correctional Centre is an Australian prison, located at Berrima, New South Wales. The Centre was operational between 1839 and 2011 with a number of breaks in between”. It sounded to my ears like the prison had…

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A Bible bonsai

Whenever I get the chance to visit a plant nursery, I inevitably gravitate toward the shelf that holds the bonsais. I’m not sure what it is about these little miniature trees that makes them so fascinating. Is it their proportionate likeness to their full-size cousins? Or the sense that they carry the weight of the…

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The Sound of Shh

Apparently, according to my infallible son, the reason why parents say “shh” when they are trying to console a crying child, is because ‘shh’ is the first sound that children ever hear in the womb. Before they hear the sound of their parent’s voice, they hear the sound of their mother’s blood swooshing rhythmically through…

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