The heart is a bloom Shoots up through the stony ground
There’s no room No space to rent in this town

You’re out of luck And the reason that you had to care
The traffic is stuck And you’re not moving anywhere
You thought you’d found a friend
To take you out of this place
Someone you could lend a hand In return for grace

It’s a beautiful day Sky falls, you feel like
It’s a beautiful day Don’t let it get away

You’re on the road But you’ve got no destination
You’re in the mud In the maze of her imagination

You love this town Even if that doesn’t ring true
You’ve been all over And it’s been all over you

It’s a beautiful day Don’t let it get away
It’s a beautiful day

Touch me Take me to that other place
Teach me I know I’m not a hopeless case

See the world in green and blue
See China right in front of you
See the canyons broken by cloud
See the tuna fleets clearing the sea out
See the Bedouin fires at night
See the oil fields at first light
And see the bird with a leaf in her mouth
After the flood all the colors came out

It was a beautiful day Don’t let it get away
Beautiful day Touch me Take me to that other place
Reach me I know I’m not a hopeless case

What you don’t have you don’t need it now
What you don’t know you can feel it somehow
What you don’t have you don’t need it now
Don’t need it now Was a beautiful day
(U2)

Here are two wonderful thoughts from this Psalm

“singing a song of thanksgiving and telling of all your miracles.”

Is there anything better than telling of the miracles of Christ?
We will be doing this on Sunday night at our church meeting. First meeting I have looked forward to in ages.

“I love your sanctuary, LORD, the place where your glory shines”

A place where His glory shines. On the Sunday just gone the congregation lifted a full two notches when we sang, “Blessed be His name”. Its a great song, and I felt some of His glory shining on us, a real connection with God.

My weagle loving brother inlaw sent me this!!

Could become part of our vanacular

The interesting thing about a blog is that it is not like a typical journal, because your thoughts are in the public arena, and therefore fair game. Something I have discovered this week.
How careful do I need to be with what I write on my blog? Things written in jest can get you in trouble, and one persons sense of humour, may not be shared by others.

I am not in the business of deliberatly offending people, unless I think they deserve it, just as Jesus did, and sometimes I offend people for the wrong reasons, because I am far from perfect.

Writing a blog is a little like leadership. If you say nothing and do nothing, you cant be misunderstood, or understood and not appreciated!

My sense of humour is a little warped at times. My love for the Dockers is as Matt Price (The Australian) wrote once, ‘a lovely distraction, not to be taken too seriously’.

My dislike for the WC Eagles is also warped, some might say dysfunctional. Its part of my combative nature. It stems from my perception of their arrogance, whether true of valid, thats where I think it comes from. I have always liked the underdog.

My love for people has grown, as I hope I have become more gracious. Yesterday I picked up someone and drove them to church, while they smoked (something that may or may not have been nicotine) and drank a beer, all before 10am. I am convinced about some matters that involve lifestyle choices. My belief in the scriptures is high, but my practice of them is unfortunately not always as it should be. My feet are made of clay. Sometimes some of that mud shows itself in this arena.
Thats me. I wont be going politically correct on this blog, nor will I just write innoffensive fluff material. If you dont agree with something, feel free to say so. But at the end of the day, this is my blog. I hope you like it, and get a laugh out of it sometimes.

The story grows…..
It appears now that Ben did not inform the club of the midemenour until Liam Bartlett broke the story on Friday. He must have been sweating on that uncofessed information all week.

What a shame that he did not just go through the booze bus.
Okay, if he was stupid enough to drink and drive thats one thing. But to run?
He should have faced up to his responsibilties like any normal citizen. One of the issues of course is that he is not a normal citizen, he is the captain of the most publicised sporting club in Western Australia, and whether he likes it or not, a role model to thousands of kids.

Deary deary me,

good to see the weagles on the front and back of the West for all the wrong reason.

My clever wife has given these reasons why Ben may have fled the booze bus

1. He thought the cops said Random Breast Check and he was a committed boyfriend

2. He left the iron on at home and didn’t want the house to burn down

3. The 96FM thunder just announced their location 100 metres up the road and he wanted some freebies

4. The Dockers were signing autographs up the road and he wanted Pavlich’s signature

Thanks to Channel Ten for cheering me up today.
After a pretty intense day, just the sort of good news I needed.

As a good Christian (!) I know I should not delight in the misery of others.
But the bleating and sadness from the West Toast supporters has reached a fever pitch.
Apparently Captain Pretty, Ben Cousins, is being questioned over a possible fleeing from a traffic situation.

Also the former number one ruckman, and all round nice guy (!) Michael Gardiner, is being dropped to Claremont for the 2006 season for disciplinary reasons.
Meanwhile everything is sushine and light down Freo way.

Alright, I’ve stopped gloating and laughing on the inside, back to normal transmission.