reload The Race by Maurice McCracken

Sunday, September 30, 2007

I love this:

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This is one of the reasons I love youtube. I loved this ad when it was out. I'm so pleased I found it!

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Seven

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In tribute to Bish...
here's Seven:

1. Black Swan Green. The first book since Shining Like Stars to make me cry in a public place. What makes the real me come out? Why are their different "mes" pushed into shapes by what other people want? Heartbreaking questions.

2. Singing. And helpful conversations with Tom about how to make it better. Just cos all of life is worship doesn't mean singing isn't.

3. Photos of nice places in frames for my wall. Oxford and Liverpool - different places and I love them both.

4. Weddings and party. With my lovely girlfriend turning thirty and laughs with UCCF friends in Guildford. Lovely to see Roz get hitched. Long drive home.

5. Grace. From Zechariah with the Careforce posse. African passion for Jesus: awesome!

6. Love at house group. Learning about it from the Bible and experiencing it in the laughter.

7. Facebook. Inspiring my prayer letter and receiving messages from lovely ex-Relays to encourage.

Monday, September 24, 2007

Repentant...

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Christ Church people. On reflection - while I do very much wish that you would sing louder (and hopefully this little Facebook ramble will make us all do that next week - I do actually love you all very much and I am very glad that you are my church family. So sorry for dissing you on the internet.

But do sing louder and more enthusiastically. Please.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Frustrated...

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Hey listen Christ Church, the Gospel is true ok. Seriously it is. All that stuff in John 2 about Jesus purifying us so we can celebrate? Yup, that is actually real.

So worth SMILING and SINGING about. I DO NOT understand how people who believe such great things can sing so rubbishly. Get over it.