The Bible Bloke

Sometimes you stop and take stock. My walk to work takes me past a house on a corner lot that has been empty for sometime. Or at least it did. I understand it was a deceased estate, and it wasn't too surprising when the Auction sign went up, nor when the sold sign appeared and the development notice right along with it. It is an area booming with unit development, being in a so called transport hub. As I walked up the hill to work the other morning there were men in blue protective suits stripping the inside of the house of asbestos sheeting. That afternoon as I walked back down to catch my train, the demolition had begun. I was saddened by the need to destroy something that had meant something to someone. A house where life had happened. Where perhaps children had been born, grown and moved away. A house where there had been laughter and where there had been tears. A house that was more than wood and glass, but rather was a home. But then I thought, no, it...

There are things in life you can control and things in life you can’t.  Overall the things in life you can’t control outweigh the things you can.  The World seems to be set up that way, but it’s hard to tell when you are in the middle of it.  There comes a time when this awareness, this lack of ability to control ceases to be important.  Why?  I think of how God placed Adam in the Garden of Eden, to fulfil His call of Place and Purpose. Adam, whether or not he realised it, had a sphere of influence. Was Adam aware of this? You can debate it either way I think. I sometimes wonder how different things would have been had Adam trusted, and I mean fully invested who and what he was to that state of faithful trust that God, Creator and Father and Sovereign had things under control.  To be in the presence of the One whose Love was responsible not only for the things that can be controlled but also of the things that can’t... My realisation...

Sometimes the meaning of a ritual, or a habit is lost. We become so familiar with the actions we stop thinking about it any deeper level than just doing. I will give you an example. Every afternoon when I arrive home from work, I pass the shelf on which my father’s barometer sits. It’s an old aneroid model, two pointers, one giving the pressure, the other one used to show any movement in the reading. Every afternoon I give the barometer a little tap on the glass and adjust the silver needle according to the change, up or down. Occasionally I forget to do this, but I am pretty reliable. As far as it goes there is no intrinsic importance in my checking the air pressure every day. At least, that’s what I thought until a comparison came to mind that made me stop. With each movement of that silver needle I am following the air pressure’s lead. I am taking for granted that the barometer is giving an accurate reading of the current air pressure.  Isn’t our faith like that? ...