In case you didn’t realise it, the Dockers won on Saturday night.
It was my son’s first time at watching a real AFL game.
I have taken him to pre season and practice match games before, but this was the first time he has gone.

He got a Johnny Docker pack, which had a radio/torch, pack of cards, autograph book, pen, stickers and Docker Bag. Really good actually, expecially considering he also has season tickets.

It case you didn’t realise, the Dockers beat Calton. Listening to George Grizzleguts today, and some other commentators, you would have thought we lost!

The first half showed what Freo are capable of. If we get it together for four quarters, watch out!

As we were setting up yesterday for the concert I was half listening to the Eagles game against the Crows. They did very well to get up and win……………….unfortunately!!!!!!

Big effort yesterday.
Well worth it as we saw about 80-100 non church people involved and about 60 of our own folk there.
It was probably not as big a crowd as we would have liked, but the weather and Osborne Park show may have conspired against us.

Positives: Band sounded awesome, Micks music was given the appropriate and deserved treatment.

60 – 100 people heard many times about the message of Christ. You cannot put a value on this. As Alf reminded us on Sunday morning, God’s word does not return void, and if one person moves closer to God, its well worth it.

I heard about a number of our church folk talking to different people in the crowd, a special thanks to Bev and Melinda and Sandy, and others, who got around and spoke to heaps of folk and made friends.

A big thanks to Paul Ahearn, your hard work is appreciated.

But most of all to Eliot, who brought the band together in what was at times trying circumstances.

Lets pray and think about where God is taking us next.

Our church is helping organise this, along with the local Inglewood P & C and some sponsorship from Ray White on Walcott and Charcoal Chicken,

Should be fantastic!

Would love to see you there.

I have been praying for and reflecting on some really really bad news.
Two incidents that occured yesterday.
One, a disturbing tradgedy in the life of an aquaitance, someone associated with our church.
There are no words to describe the awfulness of what has happened.
There are no platitudes, no cliches, no cards or flowers that will help in anyway.
As a Pastor, I cant even say why God allows such things to happen. I know He does not cause them, and I believe He is greatly grieved as well. Which makes it hard to understand why He allowed it to happen.
This from Psalm 69. 3 “my eyes are swollen with weeping, waiting for God to help me”.
This is not my experience over this event, but is surely the people involved.

Secondly some disturbing revelations about a closer family member, that I have been trying to help. The way people mistreat each other in this world is staggering. Some folk are egocentric and selfish and self absorbed. All they really care about is their own pleasure. This makes me mad. I am not perfect by any means, but what has been done to another simply because they only care about themself, is awful. And the ripple from their actions still causes unrest.

For those of you who read the West, and who turn to the back of the paper first, like me, you will know the name Steve Butler. For those of you who are Weagles followers, you will like him.

For those of you who are a member of the Purple Army, you will know that Steve’s favourite activity is sinking the boots into Freo. Now I would not suggest he is biased, but if someone did suggest that, I wouldn’t be arguing with them.
Which brings me to the point of my post. Steve B has tipped Freo to down the Blues this week.
Is this part of his cunning plan to unsettle the club? Or is he just trying to redeem himself after his woeful tipping perfomance last week?

Either way, we dont need your support Steve, in fact we dont want it. Go back to playing ER’s AFL for playstation, and pretending Sampi marked that goal in the dying minutes of the 2005 Grand Final.

During our first move, from our home of 5 years to the rental, we got rid of a lot of stuff. About three trailer loads actually. I’m not exagerating. Three trips up Red Hill with a fully loaded heavy trailer, being towed by my 1.6 litre Vitara.
My son wanted to know what the ‘funny smell is daddy?”.
I told him the engine and gearbox were not happy about working so hard.

Well this move we had a few things surplus to our needs. Some we managed to give to a good home, another couple, no one wanted, which was fair enough considering their condition. Namely a desk with no drawers and a very wobbly side. As well a baby’s high chair which had seen much better days. In fact I had got some gaffa tape onto the ripped chair, and my children (both of them) had stuffed weeties, vegemite toast and other such gourmet delights down the side of the seat.

Anyways, there was only these two things so I did what most residents tend to do, I stuck them on the verge.

They had been there for about 24 hours, and I was contemplating taking them up Red Hill when a marvellous thing happened. I came back from taking the kids down the park and they were gone. Mysteriously, wonderfully, conveniently gone.

Somewhere in suburbia someone is sitting at a desk which is about to topple over while their child is discovering 6 year old fruit toast ends.