Genesis opener.

I don’t know about you, but I have come to believe that the first two chapters of Genesis are a poetic account of what the Jews of the time of writing had told themselves had happened during the creation of the world. It is a beautiful poetic scene of an interested creator, making things, to […]

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The tension. A

My whole life and your life too has been filled with tension. From birth until the age of 12 I shared a room with my brother. We wrestled, we read books, we played lego, but mostly our room was for sleeping. For a few years, a shared a room with one of my best friends luke. […]

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The great divide.

Last night I went to a hardcore show with a friend, and at many hardcore shows I’ve attended I feel a shamelike compulsion to make up a reason for why I don’t punch dance out my rage in the pit. Is it because I’m too afraid of pain? or I dont know the moves? or […]

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The Crap Happens manifesto.

Ok C’est la vie. Or the famous shirts the have a swear word and then happens on them. I’ve been thinking about it for a while and it sums up both reality, and the humanist agenda. But it also simply explains how things function, and if they function like that and we treat them as […]

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Source Sorting

In amongst the brown cheese and the ‘at first’ unfriendliness the Norwegian language has already taught me a lot of cool things, mainly because an Australian explained concepts in the Norwegian way last week. When recycling in my old house in Canberra there were two bins, the paper, glass and plastic yellow topped bin, and […]

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Trips and Children

ok so for the last month i have been on outreach through latvia and lithuania with families, and without a keyboard, so i have been reposting some blogs i have recently written and now i have a keyboard to type on and so this will be interesting. but here is some things i have learned […]

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Rocks in the soil.

Walking out to a field in his backyard I was shown rabbits, a chicken house, a greenhouse (šiltnamis -warm house), a seat for watching the sunset (which we did whilst it rained later that day) and stretching out almost as far as the eye could see, was wheat. In between it all was a strawberry patch […]

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