<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:21:38.466+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the pook</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-3270929204980504833</id><published>2010-01-07T00:05:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T01:08:11.291+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasmanian Christian Convention 2009-10</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d8aec587c146096c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=3270929204980504833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/3270929204980504833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/3270929204980504833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2010/01/tasmanian-christian-convention-2009-10.html' title='Tasmanian Christian Convention 2009-10'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-2721215585649456558</id><published>2009-03-31T14:25:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:26:31.132+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles</title><content type='html'>Phillip Jensen and Kel Richards on Miracles:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3331313&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3331313&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3331313"&gt;Phillip Jensen and Kel Richards discuss 'Miracles' in The Chat Room&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1059211"&gt;Audio Advice&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-2721215585649456558?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/2721215585649456558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=2721215585649456558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/2721215585649456558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/2721215585649456558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2009/03/miracles.html' title='Miracles'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-7458781665939757125</id><published>2009-02-19T08:12:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:16:17.431+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Folding the circus tents?</title><content type='html'>Marieke Hardy asks "where does the reporting stop and the media circus begin?" in this Melbourne Age &lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au/articles/2009/02/17/1234632818598.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of what she says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not addressing this from a place of cynicism. I too have pored over news reports and nightly bulletins, been awash with tears at the sort of survival stories that render you utterly numb with grief and reaching out to call your mother and tell her you love her. It's only when you're on your fourth or fifth day of coverage and you see a television journalist standing next to a car, hard up for content and prodding a grey-faced driver with the question: "Guess you've lost a lot of friends up on that mountain ... must feel pretty bad ... how would you describe how that feels exactly?" that you start to wonder whether you're beginning to be party to preying upon the raw grief of others and that perhaps it's time to put the goddamned cameras away."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-7458781665939757125?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/7458781665939757125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=7458781665939757125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/7458781665939757125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/7458781665939757125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2009/02/marieke-hardy-asks-where-does-reporting.html' title='Folding the circus tents?'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-5244142888402396021</id><published>2009-02-18T18:54:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:36:23.418+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Do we secretly love disasters?</title><content type='html'>In a different reaction to our collective reaction to the Victorian bushfires, the ever insightful Ross Gittens of the SMH says of the recent bushfires "...media coverage of this one's gone way over the top. And it's served to strengthen my suspicion that the community's reaction to natural disasters is exploitative, voyeuristic, unfair, self-gratifying and even pathological."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read his article &lt;a href="http://business.smh.com.au/business/the-punters-love-a-good-disaster-20090217-8a98.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he right? What do you reckon? Maybe Ross Gittens says out loud what we are all afraid to admit? That we quite like disasters. As long as it doesn't happen to us of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-5244142888402396021?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/5244142888402396021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=5244142888402396021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/5244142888402396021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/5244142888402396021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-different-reaction-to-our-collective.html' title='Do we secretly love disasters?'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-8555235191039246144</id><published>2009-02-17T08:24:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:00:20.563+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Need to Demonise</title><content type='html'>Ordinary people, including some I know, have poured extraordinary invective on an alleged &lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au/national/fears-for-safety-of-alleged-arsonist-20090216-89b4.html"&gt;Arsonist&lt;/a&gt; in the wake of the Victorian bushfires. Several Facebook Groups have started with titles like "B****** S****** needs to suffer. Burn the ####ing Dogg!" (sic) in which members describe in detail how they would like to burn this man's hands to a stump, or even burn his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have the need to demonise those accused of heinous crimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there are several reasons. Two reasons are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We feel the need to distance ourselves from such obvious evil. The people who do such things are demoted in our minds to the rank of subhuman monster, in order to avoid any possibility that we might share the same fallen human nature. We need to be reassured that we are the good guys and people who do these things are on the dark side. Yet God's Word clearly indicts all of us as sinners in need of redemption and under the judgement of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We have a natural tendency to call down justice and retribution upon others, but mitigating circumstances or mercy upon ourselves. We operate with dual standards. When I lose my cool and throw a tanty, it's because I'm tired. Or some other reason. When someone else does it to me, they are entirely culpable. We ought to remember on top of everything else here, that we have seen no evidence yet for this man's guilt even. What if he is innocent? What if there were mitigating circumstances? We know nothing, and it is the job of the legal system to investigate, lay charges and prosecute. This is also of course, the view of the &lt;a href="http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au/story/0,25197,25066173-12377,00.html"&gt;police&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I AM NOT SAYING that it doesn't matter if you light fires or that there should be no punishment for such actions. But there is a difference between judging actions as evil and judging ourselves so morally superior that we are able to demote others to the category of subhuman monster and call for their torture at our hands. There is a difference between society doing what God's Word says human authorities ought to do, namely restraining and punishing evil; and a lynch mob of self-righteous anarchists. What people who call for this man to be tortured are doing is every bit as morally reprehensible as what he is alleged to have done. Imagine what the world would be like if they had their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words of Jesus are: "Judge not, lest you also be judged. For with the same measure you judge, so will it be measured out to you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-8555235191039246144?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/8555235191039246144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=8555235191039246144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/8555235191039246144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/8555235191039246144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2009/02/need-to-demonise.html' title='The Need to Demonise'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-1823453007293824105</id><published>2009-02-10T08:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:57:26.465+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bushfire Scams</title><content type='html'>[originally posted Tuesday, February 10, 2009 at 8:51am on facebook]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think those who take advantage of the misery caused by natural disasters like these fires by posing as charities are more culpable even than those who light fires. In many cases pyromaniacs are suffering some kind of mental illness. But to take money fraudulently by playing on people's willingness to give towards the needs of those made homeless is a purely evil pre-meditated act of selfishness and contempt for human life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-1823453007293824105?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/1823453007293824105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=1823453007293824105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/1823453007293824105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/1823453007293824105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2009/02/bushfire-scams.html' title='Bushfire Scams'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-6695028029804758342</id><published>2009-02-04T01:42:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T01:46:27.462+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing Up to It</title><content type='html'>Finally after all these years of avoiding it I've done the facebook thing. It is a potential time eater (which is why I've avoided it)! Some of the interface is non-intuitive and slow... or maybe that's me. Why does it take so long to scroll through pages and pages of people in a group or friends of a friend? Why can't it list them all at once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are lots of good things about it. Hey I even got to chat with Gordo in real time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-6695028029804758342?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/6695028029804758342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=6695028029804758342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/6695028029804758342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/6695028029804758342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2009/02/facing-up-to-it.html' title='Facing Up to It'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-430035405296267896</id><published>2009-01-15T15:53:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:55:32.329+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I can walk, I can walk! ...well, hobble...</title><content type='html'>I have to wear an orthotic boot for a few weeks, but at least I can take it off, and it allows me to bear weight and walk (mostly on my heel) after a kind of a fashion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bone still hasn't grown enough in the gap yet, but it should eventually heal okay if I take it easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-430035405296267896?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/430035405296267896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=430035405296267896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/430035405296267896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/430035405296267896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-can-walk-i-can-walk-well-hobble.html' title='I can walk, I can walk! ...well, hobble...'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-9219921716166056579</id><published>2008-12-24T13:04:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:17:13.948+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugh McKay says God is Love (but not much else)</title><content type='html'>On The Religion Report on ABC Radio National this morning, Jon Cleary &lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/rn/religionreport/"&gt;interviewed&lt;/a&gt; Hugh McKay, the Australian social commentator and author. After years of documenting the religious and other attitudes of Australians, Mackay has publicly spoken of his own views. It is quite revealing. He has rejected the biblically conservative beliefs of his youth and now holds to something approximating the Process Thelogy of Charles Birch. His aim is to build bridges between Theism and Atheism by coming up with a universal belief that everyone can espouse together. His solution? "God is Love." But from the way he speaks, he really means something more like "Love is god." God is no longer transcendent in any sense, but only immanent. God is "the spirit of love" working in us. Strangely, he is still drawn to the concept of attending church as a "sacred place" and attends occasionally "mostly for the music." But he no longer holds to the creeds and doctrines of Christianity, which he sees as unnecessary dogma that cause all kinds of evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though some of his criticisms of "established religion" and "fundamentalism" are accurate, I think he is sadly mistaken in his views of the nature and character of God. He would think me "arrogant" for thinking that, but that's his problem, not mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-9219921716166056579?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/9219921716166056579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=9219921716166056579&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/9219921716166056579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/9219921716166056579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2008/12/hugh-mckay-says-god-is-love-but-not.html' title='Hugh McKay says God is Love (but not much else)'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-3015251481140317648</id><published>2008-12-20T14:39:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T14:43:17.885+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Finger Pointing to the Sky</title><content type='html'>We enjoy watching foreign films. One of our favourites is the French film &lt;i&gt;Amélie&lt;/i&gt;. It’s a quirky comedy about a strange young lady who falls in love with a stranger whose scrapbook album she has recovered after it falls off his scooter. She returns it to him via a mysterious treasure hunt of clues that leads him to the &lt;span id="{E9EA54CA-1071-48EC-932A-1EC772B936C6}" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sacre Couer&lt;/span&gt;, an elevated plaza in Paris. And as he is following the clues he comes across one of those mimes who paint themselves silver and act like statues. The mime points up the hill to where Amélie is standing with his scrapbook, and as he stands there looking at the mime, a boy whom Amélie has obviously paid comes up to him and says “he is a fool who looks at the finger of one pointing to the sky.” Then he looks up the hill to where the mime is pointing and sees Amélie with his precious scrapbook. He is a fool who looks at the finger of one pointing to the sky. What a great illustration of Christmas. Because sadly, many people treat Christmas that way. But Christmas is merely like the hand of that mime. It is nothing in itself, it just points to the one that really matters. But we can be to others like the boy that Amélie paid to give the man the key to finding his treasure. We can remind others that Christmas is merely like a finger pointing to the sky. It is the one that Christmas points us to that we must see, hear and rejoice in, like those ancient shepherds did that first Christmas Eve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-3015251481140317648?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/3015251481140317648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=3015251481140317648&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/3015251481140317648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/3015251481140317648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2008/12/finger-pointing-to-sky.html' title='A Finger Pointing to the Sky'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-3738415945095625067</id><published>2008-12-04T22:01:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:40:11.378+11:00</updated><title type='text'>5th Metatarsal Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/STe5XM59njI/AAAAAAAAAVw/jxUYoNy9zl8/s1600-h/fracture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/STe5XM59njI/AAAAAAAAAVw/jxUYoNy9zl8/s400/fracture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275889296740294194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke my foot today. 5th metatarsal to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that bit to the right of the red arrows that looks like a separate little bone? It isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arrows indicate the beginning and end of the fracture. It's called an avulsion fracture, which is where the end of the bone is pulled off by the ligament when the foot is over-supinated (rolled over). The fracture is complete and goes right into the joint, so I am hoping that six weeks in a cast will do the job and I won't need a screw in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-3738415945095625067?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/3738415945095625067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=3738415945095625067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/3738415945095625067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/3738415945095625067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2008/12/5th-metatarsil-blues.html' title='5th Metatarsal Blues'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/STe5XM59njI/AAAAAAAAAVw/jxUYoNy9zl8/s72-c/fracture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-1767232662382174964</id><published>2008-12-03T23:28:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:06:43.594+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heavens Are Smiling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/STZ7-A3ogZI/AAAAAAAAAVo/IquSid8qJrI/s1600-h/CosmicSmiley2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/STZ7-A3ogZI/AAAAAAAAAVo/IquSid8qJrI/s400/CosmicSmiley2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275540318826561938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's view of Jupiter, Saturn and Luna fraternising in the same part of the sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-1767232662382174964?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/1767232662382174964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=1767232662382174964&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/1767232662382174964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/1767232662382174964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2008/12/heavens-are-smiling.html' title='The Heavens Are Smiling'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/STZ7-A3ogZI/AAAAAAAAAVo/IquSid8qJrI/s72-c/CosmicSmiley2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-3969600466548199766</id><published>2008-11-01T00:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T01:00:41.723+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Today</title><content type='html'>Soon I will start posting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps after I get back from PTC Melbourne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-3969600466548199766?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/3969600466548199766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=3969600466548199766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/3969600466548199766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/3969600466548199766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-today.html' title='Not Today'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-3289282794962627276</id><published>2008-09-12T16:43:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T17:37:37.897+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Universities are History says Rudd</title><content type='html'>Prime Minister Rudd says &lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/story/0,23599,24332925-29277,00.html"&gt;"Australia can't go back to the days of a free university education."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say why not? We have a $22billion surplus. Why should our kids have to start their working life with a HECS debt over their heads? As Rudd himself admits, he and most politicians of his age benefitted from free university education themselves, as did our best and brightest in so many fields. Why should only the rich or those willing to incur a huge debt be able to enrol at university? Anyone who has the ability, that is, the brains and the entrance marks, should be able to study free or near free. Those who don't have the marks should be able to pay. At the moment it is money, not ability that decides who can go to University. We are dumbing down our society, and it is a great disappointment that Rudd is not reversing the stupid and shortsighted policies of Messrs Hawke, Keating, and Howard, and showing himself to be just as much an economic rationalist as his predecessors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-3289282794962627276?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/3289282794962627276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=3289282794962627276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/3289282794962627276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/3289282794962627276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2008/09/free-tertiary-education.html' title='Free Universities are History says Rudd'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-5274872439088798066</id><published>2008-09-12T00:03:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:10:00.717+10:00</updated><title type='text'>While the girls are away the boys will play</title><content type='html'>The Pookwife and Pookling number one are away in Sydney for ten days. Today I took the boys to the skifields for the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SMkmGz5CwaI/AAAAAAAAAUI/mr25hgiGU7w/s1600-h/snowball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SMkmGz5CwaI/AAAAAAAAAUI/mr25hgiGU7w/s200/snowball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244765139500188066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SMkmGzPpXuI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wsIBWmWrn10/s1600-h/snowdance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SMkmGzPpXuI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wsIBWmWrn10/s200/snowdance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244765139326557922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SMkmHMuMfVI/AAAAAAAAAUY/vxmGN6TXvKM/s1600-h/snowcave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SMkmHMuMfVI/AAAAAAAAAUY/vxmGN6TXvKM/s200/snowcave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244765146165574994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SMkmHKa21HI/AAAAAAAAAUg/QZfOvLrt5mU/s1600-h/over-the-edge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SMkmHKa21HI/AAAAAAAAAUg/QZfOvLrt5mU/s200/over-the-edge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244765145547592818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SMkmHWHx5gI/AAAAAAAAAUo/YW42yaVA0Io/s1600-h/Alex-sledpull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SMkmHWHx5gI/AAAAAAAAAUo/YW42yaVA0Io/s200/Alex-sledpull.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244765148688803330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-5274872439088798066?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/5274872439088798066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=5274872439088798066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/5274872439088798066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/5274872439088798066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2008/09/while-girls-are-away-boys-will-play.html' title='While the girls are away the boys will play'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SMkmGz5CwaI/AAAAAAAAAUI/mr25hgiGU7w/s72-c/snowball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-33615237247702163</id><published>2008-08-30T23:44:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T23:58:08.631+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pookwife's Escape</title><content type='html'>My one true Pookish love has left me alone for four days with the pooklings while she goes off and has a good time with a bunch of other females at an annual retreat. I dropped her off in Launceston (65km away) last night where she was meeting her lift to Ulverstone, then went to buy clothes for the kids at K-Mart, which took three times as long as necessary and involved unplanned purchase of toys. Got home after ten, put them to bed then finished my sermon. Got up early and finished my sermon, got breakfast and took number three pookling to a birthday party about 15km out of town for three hours. Number three and this kid have the same name and were born on exactly the same day! Ours had his party on Tuesday, and his friend today. Came home and finished my sermon. Cooked tea then finished my sermon in between demands for food drinks and comfort, including a cut knee. Gave in to kids' request for video that they stayed up too late watching. How will I ever get them out of bed in the morning so I can give them breakfast and drop them off at honorary aunty Elsie's place by 8:30am to get to Bridport by 9am and then pick them up for Scottsdale on the way back? Think I'm getting the flu. She won't be back until Tuesday. I'm sure she only does this to make me realise how much I take her for granted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-33615237247702163?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/33615237247702163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=33615237247702163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/33615237247702163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/33615237247702163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2008/08/pookwifes-escape.html' title='The Pookwife&apos;s Escape'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-3361235177114845567</id><published>2008-08-20T10:54:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T11:01:22.367+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog - The Spirit, The Word and Us</title><content type='html'>I have just started another &lt;a href="http://spirit-word.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; to review the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Divine Spiration of  Scripture&lt;/span&gt; (in America called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Divine Authenticity of Scripture&lt;/span&gt;) by Rev Dr Andrew McGowan, address some of the controversy that has surrounded its publication, and discuss the issues it raises, including the debate over things like whether we should use the term &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inerrant&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Infallible&lt;/span&gt; of the bible; the relationship between the Spirit, the Word and us as recipients of the Word; our theology of Word, Church, and Tradition; etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://spirit-word.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://spirit-word.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-3361235177114845567?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/3361235177114845567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=3361235177114845567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/3361235177114845567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/3361235177114845567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-blog-spirit-word-and-us.html' title='New Blog - The Spirit, The Word and Us'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-2687435858649472166</id><published>2008-08-14T11:01:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T11:22:32.884+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Freeze Hoiliday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/mercury/story/0,22884,24178991-921,00.html"&gt;The Big Freeze Holiday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately not here. Our kids are still having school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Pookling number two for the second year running is missing out on his school excursion because he has the flu. They are going in to the museum, and then after lunch to hear &lt;a href="http://www.andygriffiths.com.au/"&gt;Andy Griffiths&lt;/a&gt; the children's author speaking at Storey's bookshop. He is a great Andy Griffith's fan and devastated at missing it, so we're hoping he'll be better by lunchtime and we can take him in ourselves. If I do it, it will be four times out of the last five days I've driven to Lonnie and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Steve Biddulph, author of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stevebiddulph.com/raising-boys.htm"&gt;Raising Boys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, will be speaking at the RSL club here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-2687435858649472166?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/2687435858649472166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=2687435858649472166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/2687435858649472166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/2687435858649472166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-freeze-hoiliday.html' title='The Big Freeze Hoiliday'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-7763841117956158306</id><published>2008-08-13T20:34:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:06:49.402+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrrrrrrrrrrr!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKLAMzelJ3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/fJUYFSwrWNE/s1600-h/SnowHills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKLAMzelJ3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/fJUYFSwrWNE/s400/SnowHills.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233957043167373170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKLANFlOldI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5Dx3IhOQU_U/s1600-h/MtArthur-snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKLANFlOldI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5Dx3IhOQU_U/s400/MtArthur-snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233957048027092434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKLANGYXPVI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/sIYz9Aub0XY/s1600-h/freeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKLANGYXPVI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/sIYz9Aub0XY/s400/freeze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233957048241569106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/mercury/story/0,22884,24167776-921,00.html"&gt;The Big Freeze&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blast of Antarctic air today and tonight, it's freeeeeezing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-7763841117956158306?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/7763841117956158306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=7763841117956158306&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/7763841117956158306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/7763841117956158306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2008/08/brrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title='Brrrrrrrrrrrr!'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKLAMzelJ3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/fJUYFSwrWNE/s72-c/SnowHills.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-9140980004025250597</id><published>2008-08-12T19:00:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:28:24.355+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Riverside Refresh Conference</title><content type='html'>The Holy Spirit was more than just the topic of today's conference. Far from Him being merely the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;object&lt;/span&gt; of our study, as we learned from God's Word together, He made us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt; objects, teaching us, filling us, giving us understanding, changing us, and equipping us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKK0Ww3rkwI/AAAAAAAAAP0/jTRekRqinoY/s1600-h/RR-sing2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKK0Ww3rkwI/AAAAAAAAAP0/jTRekRqinoY/s400/RR-sing2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233944020126503682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKKzcm-18QI/AAAAAAAAAPk/-01grd5Rw3o/s1600-h/RR-aud1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKKzcm-18QI/AAAAAAAAAPk/-01grd5Rw3o/s400/RR-aud1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233943021039776002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a fantastic time of teaching and learning and fellowship, as visiting lecturer and preacher Dr Andrew McGowan, principal of Highland Theological College, led us in three addresses on:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Holy Spirit and the Mind&lt;br /&gt;2. The Holy Spirit and the New Birth&lt;br /&gt;3. The Holy Spirit and Evangelism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Andy doing his best to look like a dour Scot! He was usually more cheerful than this, I just have a knack of catching people at the worst moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKKyh4VsetI/AAAAAAAAAPc/cbpRXN06-sc/s1600-h/RR-teaching1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKKyh4VsetI/AAAAAAAAAPc/cbpRXN06-sc/s400/RR-teaching1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233942012086745810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very diverse group from all round the state attended to hear Andrew speak.  Represented were old and young, Pastors, Ministers, Elders and lay people, men and women, Presbyterians and others, Australians and foreign visitors. All agreed that we were mightily blessed with the Word of God opened to us in a very meaningful and helpful way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the day we shared refreshments and lunch together, sang to God's glory and prayed together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKK0W9QvHAI/AAAAAAAAAPs/bp6k9G9mdjo/s1600-h/RR-sing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKK0W9QvHAI/AAAAAAAAAPs/bp6k9G9mdjo/s400/RR-sing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233944023452818434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKK0XLd2i3I/AAAAAAAAAQE/ivmWpBElQok/s1600-h/RR-sing4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKK0XLd2i3I/AAAAAAAAAQE/ivmWpBElQok/s400/RR-sing4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233944027265928050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKK0XHkkszI/AAAAAAAAAP8/0PB4pOfgJPA/s1600-h/RR-sing3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKK0XHkkszI/AAAAAAAAAP8/0PB4pOfgJPA/s400/RR-sing3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233944026220376882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is June and Andy enjoying their lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKK1xeyWNgI/AAAAAAAAAQM/QAG7h8zXkwk/s1600-h/JuneMcG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 101px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKK1xeyWNgI/AAAAAAAAAQM/QAG7h8zXkwk/s400/JuneMcG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233945578640389634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKK1xfbDxEI/AAAAAAAAAQU/FwpsNocr8XM/s1600-h/RR-lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 108px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKK1xfbDxEI/AAAAAAAAAQU/FwpsNocr8XM/s400/RR-lunch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233945578811147330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKK1xl_Ua6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/Su0hHt7c6JE/s1600-h/RR-lunch-AMcG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKK1xl_Ua6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/Su0hHt7c6JE/s400/RR-lunch-AMcG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233945580573846434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get time I will add links to MP3s of Andy's talks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-9140980004025250597?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/9140980004025250597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=9140980004025250597&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/9140980004025250597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/9140980004025250597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2008/08/riverside-refresh-conference.html' title='Riverside Refresh Conference'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKK0Ww3rkwI/AAAAAAAAAP0/jTRekRqinoY/s72-c/RR-sing2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-7910292453956957255</id><published>2008-08-11T19:00:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T19:55:48.035+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Prof Andy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKJvOhKBD9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/a2MWrDDDPPM/s1600-h/Andy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKJvOhKBD9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/a2MWrDDDPPM/s400/Andy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233868012167172050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKJ30lfkLKI/AAAAAAAAAOc/MuQaZVfvMRw/s1600-h/Snow-MtArthur-MtBarrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKJ30lfkLKI/AAAAAAAAAOc/MuQaZVfvMRw/s400/Snow-MtArthur-MtBarrow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233877462259346594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we welcomed Rev Professor Andrew McGowan from the Highland Theological College in Scotland to Tasmania. He and June flew into Launceston in the morning, bringing the Scottish weather with them - see photo above! After lunch with their billets, Andrew and June were able to indulge their passion for birdwatching and photography at the local wetlands information centre, where they saw their first Black Swans, and other endemic species. Andrew was particularly taken with the White Face Heron and Chestnut Teal, as well as the mounted Wedge Tail and Sea Eagles in the information centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew spoke at St Andrew's Launceston on Sunday. On Tuesday he will give three talks on The Holy Spirit at our one day Refresh Conference at Riverside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report on the conference and more photos to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKJ6nnVZoxI/AAAAAAAAAO8/jFBdpZcHaF4/s1600-h/WFHeron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKJ6nnVZoxI/AAAAAAAAAO8/jFBdpZcHaF4/s400/WFHeron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233880537950167826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above: White faced Heron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKJ6nxaACdI/AAAAAAAAAPE/zje3pv9nJtk/s1600-h/Andy-quoll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKJ6nxaACdI/AAAAAAAAAPE/zje3pv9nJtk/s400/Andy-quoll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233880540653816274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above: Andrew with some local fauna on his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKJ6oAPCgQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/w6QbZ-vgIsY/s1600-h/Andy-June.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKJ6oAPCgQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/w6QbZ-vgIsY/s400/Andy-June.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233880544634372354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKJ30U7sTFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/VXNLewOCFNY/s1600-h/swans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKJ30U7sTFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/VXNLewOCFNY/s400/swans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233877457813916754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKJ30igPDrI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Db0PPhgkfgk/s1600-h/blackswan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKJ30igPDrI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Db0PPhgkfgk/s400/blackswan2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233877461456850610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKJ30pAi9dI/AAAAAAAAAOs/A3p20SZv8JA/s1600-h/Andy-birds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKJ30pAi9dI/AAAAAAAAAOs/A3p20SZv8JA/s400/Andy-birds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233877463202985426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKJ306uLBnI/AAAAAAAAAO0/dzQ2M5eBowI/s1600-h/Andy-Wetlands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKJ306uLBnI/AAAAAAAAAO0/dzQ2M5eBowI/s400/Andy-Wetlands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233877467957757554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKJ6oIK7rQI/AAAAAAAAAPU/lDBUoTYOLa4/s1600-h/Andrew-June.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKJ6oIK7rQI/AAAAAAAAAPU/lDBUoTYOLa4/s400/Andrew-June.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233880546764631298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above: Andrew &amp;amp; June enjoy some hot soup after the service on Sunday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-7910292453956957255?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/7910292453956957255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=7910292453956957255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/7910292453956957255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/7910292453956957255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2008/08/welcome-to-prof-andy.html' title='Welcome to Prof Andy'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SKJvOhKBD9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/a2MWrDDDPPM/s72-c/Andy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-5052721496486144963</id><published>2008-08-07T20:16:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:32:14.686+10:00</updated><title type='text'>And are you the Minister?</title><content type='html'>Visited a member of our church in her 100th year today. She turned 99 a couple of months back. She suffers from short term memory loss. In the half hour or so I was there she asked me about ten times who I was and did the same for her carer who was bringing in her washing for her. Alzheimer's is very economical. You only need a few sentences. And you can re-use them many times. In fact you have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This nonagenerian an amazing woman. She still lives at home and cares for her 63 year old developmentally disabled daughter who is nearly blind. She played the organ at church for decades and still plays when she goes to day care at the hospital nursing home. Lately she has been a bit down. She feels that God has given up on her. I shared with her those scriptures that talk about God never leaving nor forsaking us and Jesus Christ being the same yesterday, today and forever, and can only hope that she at least retains the feeling she had when she was reminded of that even though I had to repeat it several times. She probably doesn't remember that I was ever there by now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-5052721496486144963?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/5052721496486144963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=5052721496486144963&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/5052721496486144963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/5052721496486144963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-are-you-minister.html' title='And are you the Minister?'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-4430938106000863046</id><published>2008-08-04T22:16:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T16:40:28.340+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic Glory or Olympic Shame?</title><content type='html'>I'm ambivalent or even mildly antipathetic towards Australian sporting achievements at the Olympics. (Okay, I admit it, I cheer for our athletes, but then I feel guilty about it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Athens, Australia came 4th in the medal tally, behind the three superpowers - USA, China and Russia. Japan was 5th. In fact none of the others in the top ten have a population less than 50 million. What a stupendous achievement for a nation with our population of just over 20 million. Or is it? Doesn't it just mean that we spend relatively far far too much on sport?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw something on TV last week about the $17million high tech pool at the Institute of Sport. Wired up like a Christmas tree. More sensors and high speed cameras and computers connected to it than a ride at Disneyland. It's the best in the world. Even the Americans don't have anything like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, every state in Australia has a shortage of doctors and nurses in public hospitals and ambulances banking up outside the emergency door. Indigenous people still have a life expectancy 20 years less than other Australians. Bright young Australians, thanks to Messrs Hawke, Keating and Howard, no longer enjoy the free tertiary education they once did but instead start their adult life with a HECS debt hanging around their neck. But hey, we might win more medals than ever at the Olympics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't it the Roman Emperors who figured that when things got worse the best solution was to put on more games? That was not long before the Barbarians came I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for the Chinese Olympics, there are other even more troubling implications. See Gordon Cheng's blog at Sola Panel - &lt;a href="http://solapanel.org/article/beijing_olympics_and_persecution/"&gt;http://solapanel.org/article/beijing_olympics_and_persecution/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-4430938106000863046?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/4430938106000863046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=4430938106000863046&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/4430938106000863046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/4430938106000863046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympic-glory-or-olympic-shame.html' title='Olympic Glory or Olympic Shame?'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-8767442125864128918</id><published>2008-07-28T07:01:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T11:11:54.804+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Tour du Jour no more!</title><content type='html'>Now I can get some sleep at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the punning newspaper headline: "Cadel Evans Has Second Thoughts About The Tour"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second two years running to a Spaniard. But he will be back next year for another try. Hopefully with a better team. As someone I know remarked, Silence Lotto was a good name. They were very silent. With a better team, he would have won. He was very gracious, not mentioning his team mates' weaknesses, and blaming only the crash on one of the early stages, which sapped his energy as his body healed itself. But even so, if he'd had even one team mate able to chase Sastre down in the final Alps stage, it would have been very different. The way Evans came second single handedly, almost as though he had no team at all, to the main rider of what was far and above the best team of the Tour,  speaks volumes of his courage and ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The failure of Silence Lotto is ironic for another reason. Lotto itself works on the principle of almost everybody who participates winning nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-8767442125864128918?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/8767442125864128918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=8767442125864128918&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/8767442125864128918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/8767442125864128918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2008/07/le-tour-du-jour-no-more.html' title='Le Tour du Jour no more!'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-8702602795360143933</id><published>2008-07-26T12:22:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T12:51:28.917+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Loosing those e-chains!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today a friend forwarded one of those e-mail chain letters to me. Nothing against the friend who sent it, he's a lovely guy, but I have to say I am really sick of the ridiculous lengths purveyors of chain letters will go to in order to induce enough guilt to ensure the perpetuation of these viral pieces of e-junk echoing exponentially around the cyberworld.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span id="{E1A1074D-31E2-44E0-AE31-C50996926937}"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's some of what it said. I have taken pity on you and removed the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Jesus said, 'If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before my Father.'&lt;span id="{D66E97F9-3146-472F-A9D4-1655D96563D8}" style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not ashamed?&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pass this on ONLY IF YOU MEAN IT!! Yes, I do Love God.&lt;span id="{A1545D70-88B6-4A2A-89A0-6391F0949E05}" style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="{38040893-86B3-462E-B29F-CE166AAD8068}" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HE is my source of existence and Savior.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="{80B1AD31-F7AB-4549-965E-A0EA6D60AE07}" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He keeps me functioning each and every day. Without Him, I will be nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, with Christ, HE strengthens me. (Phil 4:13)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the simplest test.&lt;span id="{B59F31C0-9F80-441B-A85B-AC846514ECBA}" style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If You Love God... And, are not ashamed of all the marvelous things HE has done for you...&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Send this to ten people and the person who sent it to you!&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Now do you have the time to pass it on?&lt;span id="{ABAFCFEE-A7B1-477C-BAFB-4886F97F81BC}" style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="{311D6DE2-2F7F-410F-86A1-DF18FAE32F00}" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="{E60496BE-5BA7-47F5-815D-349A6D3BE5B2}" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Easy vs. Hard&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="{6199F795-6204-482A-9EA9-C2DD770D92C0}" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why is it so hard to tell the truth but Yet so easy to tell a lie?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="{5861CC74-E35B-4337-8952-448B130E64B8}" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why are we so sleepy in church but Right when the sermon is over we suddenly wake up?&lt;span id="{852E3CD2-5B35-43D0-8823-DBDD85B7E938}" style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="{2ABACF3A-D1A0-4418-86AB-AC1249E3ADB0}" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why is it so easy to delete a Godly e-mail, but yet we forward all of the nasty ones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span id="{86095D04-2AB5-4B46-9E00-E89EE4C74438}"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Notice the unwarranted assumptions here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span id="{86095D04-2AB5-4B46-9E00-E89EE4C74438}"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First, that this is a "godly" email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span id="{86095D04-2AB5-4B46-9E00-E89EE4C74438}"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Second, that if you don't pass it on you are ashamed of Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span id="{86095D04-2AB5-4B46-9E00-E89EE4C74438}"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Both are untrue. It is not godly to assume an authority that only God has. That's ungodly. Who is the author of this chain letter to say that you are sinning if you don't pass it on? Unfortunately the leadership of some churches assumes a similar position when it comes to their pronouncements, but at least you can argue with them. Chain letters are just an infuriatingly non-personal and anonymous waste of bandwidth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span id="{86095D04-2AB5-4B46-9E00-E89EE4C74438}"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for me, the last question simply does not apply. I never forward nasty emails, because I don't forward any emails. When it comes to e-chains, I work strictly on the 'anfata' principle - "absolutely never forward anything to anyone!" Never ever. It's the only way to break these chains of guilt with their false gospel of obedience to some unknown self-proclaimed 'e-prophet'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-8702602795360143933?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/8702602795360143933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=8702602795360143933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/8702602795360143933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/8702602795360143933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2008/07/loosing-those-e-chains.html' title='Loosing those e-chains!'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-7137322192007435276</id><published>2008-07-25T14:05:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T14:09:18.852+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lounging Around</title><content type='html'>We got a new lounge.&lt;br /&gt;Took the old one to the tip.&lt;br /&gt;Wrote a lounge haiku.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-7137322192007435276?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/7137322192007435276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=7137322192007435276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/7137322192007435276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/7137322192007435276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2008/07/lounging-around.html' title='Lounging Around'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-7299568002310109432</id><published>2008-07-21T23:20:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:43:47.119+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Frooooozing!</title><content type='html'>It's cold! Currently 3.5 degrees according to the Elders &lt;a href="http://www.eldersweather.com.au/local.jsp?lt=aploc&amp;amp;lc=16010"&gt;weather&lt;/a&gt; page and feels like minus 1.7 with the wind. Only six degrees in our bedroom. We didn't even get up to double figures today. But at least we're a bit warmer than Hobart with their range of 3-7 today. Remind me next year to go to Queensland in July. See Hobart Mercury &lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/mercury/story/0,22884,24050706-3462,00.html"&gt;report.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-7299568002310109432?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/7299568002310109432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=7299568002310109432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/7299568002310109432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/7299568002310109432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-frooooozing.html' title='It&apos;s Frooooozing!'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-2328472058492940886</id><published>2008-07-21T22:24:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T17:37:49.658+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is an Evangelical?</title><content type='html'>I don't think the term means what it once did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found the blogs of people who claim to be "evangelical Christians" yet believe and do things that even twenty years ago would have been called "liberal" or even pagan. There are "Evangelical" individuals and churches who:&lt;br /&gt;- promote homosexuality as a valid lifestyle choice&lt;br /&gt;- don't believe Adam and Eve were real people from whom all humans are descended&lt;br /&gt;- hold to a doctrine of Scripture that is increasingly indistinguishable from that of Liberalism or Neo-Orthodoxy&lt;br /&gt;- promote Polyamory as the loving biblical position and declare that limiting sex to marriage is unrealistic and even legalistic&lt;br /&gt;- teach and practice mystical and spiritual experiences and hold to doctrines of ongoing revelation that used to associated only with Pentecostal movements or Eastern Orthodoxy or cults&lt;br /&gt;- don't believe in the substitutionary atonement of Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, on the other hand, the opponents or detractors of evangelicals tend to use the term to mean Fundamentalism. At the same time supposed evangelicals themselves are moving the definition to the left, the mass media are moving their use of it to the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near as I can work out, calling yourself an evangelical these days doesn't mean much more than&lt;br /&gt;that you're not a Roman Catholic. And there are even some of them who call themselves evangelical, so what does it mean? Is there any such thing as an Evangelical Movement any more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Phillip Jensen has written in August about this on his &lt;a href="http://www.cathedral.sydney.anglican.asn.au/pages/posts/evangelical210.php"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. And a followup article &lt;a href="http://www.cathedral.sydney.anglican.asn.au/pages/posts/evangelicals212.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-2328472058492940886?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/2328472058492940886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=2328472058492940886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/2328472058492940886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/2328472058492940886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-evangelical.html' title='What Is an Evangelical?'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-1834860017826199887</id><published>2008-07-20T14:54:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:50:06.579+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SILHP9E6gmI/AAAAAAAAADk/2Q7rC0qpIJ4/s1600-h/tailracewater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SILHP9E6gmI/AAAAAAAAADk/2Q7rC0qpIJ4/s320/tailracewater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224957594610336354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today's OT reading at church was from Jeremiah 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jer 2:13 says:            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span id="{56974AF4-026F-4566-88EC-BC2B4CDA2E3B}"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"My people have committed two sins:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="{F651FB8A-9824-4663-8034-51A4B885C90D}"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They have forsaken me,&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the spring of living water,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="{7F3210C8-8B95-46BE-BE6C-CFA03D7569E8}"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and have dug their own cisterns, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="{3A1B9B2B-C013-488A-B18F-67074E76A151}"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;broken cisterns that cannot hold water."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="{F0422222-C7D4-43AC-B4AC-182A1ED1CC32}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Water is the source of life. Recent droughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="{3AFC1118-922A-4E44-B10D-A3565508729B}" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; here in Australia, particularly in the Murray-Darling Basin crisis, have highlighted that for us.  Water has another function basic to our life. We use it for cleansing, for getting rid of dirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="{65240D1E-EC15-405B-B8C0-5B8CA8BE0A96}"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The bible uses water as a symbol in both those ways (and a host of others). God as the spring of living water is the source of life, and of cleansing.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span id="{F868C92A-7DDB-4A8F-916C-A83A4BE8CD79}"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the Old Testament, Almighty God says only He is the source of living water. He tells those who are spiritually thirsty to come to him and drink. Yet Jesus says, " If anyone is thirsty, let him come to ME and drink. Whoever believes in ME, as the Scripture has said, streams of living water will flow from within him" (Jn 7:37). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="{581E0ECA-8A2D-4783-85D4-D36EBF5C8713}"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How can the JWs &amp;amp; Unitarians teach that Jesus is not fully God?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span id="{B01436D7-5A85-4D11-AB4C-15BD9A85E4D7}"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Judah's twin sins were forsaking the true God and worshipping human gods. It's the same for us. Are we making up our own gods, or our own way of worshipping God? Are you looking for your own tailor-made source of spiritual truth?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"  class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span id="{B39AEC1B-E918-479D-8E79-996E47EEEC9C}"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the sin of humanity as a whole. It is true of those who build physical idols and worship them. But it also true of those who say, "well I like to think of God in my own way." Who think they can improve on the God they find in the bible. That's a mental idol. Even as Christians we can do this. Jeremiah speaks to God's people, not the pagans. God says, "MY people have forsaken me..." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" id="{C07F515E-A69B-4F97-8843-0413A1A2AEA8}"  &gt;A mental idol is anything that springs from not trusting in Jesus. Romans 14:23 says, "every act that does not spring from faith in him is sin." But Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" id="{31469903-F283-4155-BAE8-D81A27817C00}"  &gt; was poured out like water (Ps 22, Jn 19) as an offering for our sins. It's not a matter of building better cisterns for ourselves, but of simply drinking of, and washing in, the Spring that God provides. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="{FDBC8D67-31F6-4118-B838-852F9F2A84DF}" style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" id="{CA60EB34-187C-48AD-A5C0-6ACA71048C91}" &gt;Revelation 22:17: "Whoever is thirsty, let him come; and whoever wishes, let him take the free gift of the water of life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-1834860017826199887?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/1834860017826199887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=1834860017826199887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/1834860017826199887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/1834860017826199887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2008/07/living-water.html' title='Living Water'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SILHP9E6gmI/AAAAAAAAADk/2Q7rC0qpIJ4/s72-c/tailracewater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-531096448862268936</id><published>2008-07-19T18:41:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:50:07.394+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tailchases and Tailraces</title><content type='html'>Last night the dog kept chasing his tail until he fell down. Must have had a flea on it. Only seems to know how to go clockwise. A lot of human behaviour makes as much sense and gets us just as far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From tail chase to tailrace, we took the Pooklings here today, walking along an old tin mine tailrace that goes for kilometres through the bush:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIGxNiBnzpI/AAAAAAAAADU/klFBJSoOEtU/s1600-h/BriseisSun2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIGxNiBnzpI/AAAAAAAAADU/klFBJSoOEtU/s320/BriseisSun2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224651888756510354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIGvr6RkXqI/AAAAAAAAACc/fQrQQ_t3RnI/s1600-h/trail-myrtles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIGvr6RkXqI/AAAAAAAAACc/fQrQQ_t3RnI/s320/trail-myrtles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224650211638664866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIGvsARnRII/AAAAAAAAACk/BNvQmgDPjac/s1600-h/raceruin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIGvsARnRII/AAAAAAAAACk/BNvQmgDPjac/s320/raceruin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224650213249467522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIGvsAY7BMI/AAAAAAAAACs/h2NruQWM7q8/s1600-h/BriseisSun1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIGvsAY7BMI/AAAAAAAAACs/h2NruQWM7q8/s320/BriseisSun1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224650213280122050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIGvsYp__TI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g6kwI7SXFaY/s1600-h/tailrace-ck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIGvsYp__TI/AAAAAAAAAC0/g6kwI7SXFaY/s320/tailrace-ck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224650219794201906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIGvsRGxZVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fpTxqoGNUa4/s1600-h/trailracetrack2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIGvsRGxZVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fpTxqoGNUa4/s320/trailracetrack2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224650217767396690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's currently 5 degrees celsius here and I have my thermals on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-531096448862268936?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/531096448862268936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=531096448862268936&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/531096448862268936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/531096448862268936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2008/07/tailchases-and-tailraces.html' title='Tailchases and Tailraces'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIGxNiBnzpI/AAAAAAAAADU/klFBJSoOEtU/s72-c/BriseisSun2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-7410361519737433348</id><published>2008-07-18T17:47:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T18:05:18.597+10:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Waiting Room</title><content type='html'>Today I took my monthly turn at leading two nursing home services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to impress on these people, most of whom are godly believers who are no longer able to make it to the church services they used to attend, that they have not been forcibly retired from 'The Church.' This meeting together is every bit as much their church as whatever denomination they once belonged to, and just as important in the eternal purposes of God as the other congregations in the town. Sadly, this is also actually true in terms of numbers! At the first one there were 20 people. This is a larger congregation than half the churches in our town! But that's not what I mean of course. The bible reveals God as the one who will not put out a smouldering wick, and the champion of the 'Little People.' No not leprechauns, I mean the powerless, the overlooked, the forgotten people. The people others have put on the shelf. In this case the ones we perhaps somewhat patronisingly refer to as those in God's Waiting Room, forgetting that we ourselves are in the same room, even if on average we may have a slightly longer wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my colleagues over the years have seemed totally uninterested in ministry to the aged, and have even expressed doubt at its relative worth (which is a polite way of saying it's a waste of time). Others have simply voted with their feet by never going near a nursing home. But I think we need to regard these people as being as much worthy of our time and respect and gospel ministry as others who may be more interesting, dynamic and, well... young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-7410361519737433348?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/7410361519737433348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=7410361519737433348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/7410361519737433348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/7410361519737433348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2008/07/gods-waiting-room.html' title='God&apos;s Waiting Room'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-1664272884954923815</id><published>2008-07-17T13:19:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:24:17.697+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning for the Cleaners</title><content type='html'>The Pookwife won three hours of cleaning in a competition. Two cleaners came today for an hour and a half. But of course we had to stay up until 1am last night cleaning up so the cleaners wouldn't be totally disgusted at the filthy pookhouse! The only advantage was watching le Tour while we did it and seeing Evans retain the Yellow Jersey for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whether we act the same way with other Christians? Do we pretend to be someone we're not? Or do we invite one another into our lives just as we are because we know that Christians accept their brothers and sisters in the Lord unconditionally? What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-1664272884954923815?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/1664272884954923815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=1664272884954923815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/1664272884954923815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/1664272884954923815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2008/07/cleaning-for-cleaners.html' title='Cleaning for the Cleaners'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-5040720616611525507</id><published>2008-07-16T20:02:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:18:01.937+10:00</updated><title type='text'>who is the pook?</title><content type='html'>they ask who's the pook&lt;br /&gt;the pook is the pook he is&lt;br /&gt;all will be revealed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well now you know i like writing bad haiku at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i, mikey wants to know. seriously, i just haven't got round to saying more about myself yet or adding links that will make it more obvious, so for now i'm just enjoying being just the pook. but you do know me mikey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and 'why the pook?' was the other question. it's a long and boring story. i could tell you, but then i'd have to kill you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-5040720616611525507?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/5040720616611525507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=5040720616611525507&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/5040720616611525507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/5040720616611525507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2008/07/who-is-pook.html' title='who is the pook?'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1449469094193670888.post-6132857750605282509</id><published>2008-07-15T18:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T18:51:31.524+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Maillot de Jaune</title><content type='html'>Today Cadel Evans gained the Yellow Jersey in the Tour de France by just one second from Schleck after an epic uphill battle on the Col du Tournalet and Hautacam in the Pyrenees! The first Aussie since Anderson in 1982 to gain the Maillot Jaune this far into the Tour, and one of only five altogether to have worn it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professionalism and utter dedication of these guys is stunning. Some of the other riders  from other teams, such as Fabian Cancellara and Jens Voigt, were willing to sacrifice themselves completely for their teams so that their main man would have a chance at the overall win in Paris in two weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all of their extreme efforts pale into insignificance against what the Son of God did for us at the cross. He wasted himself utterly so that we could be forgiven and have the victory over sin, death and the evil one, not just in a stage of the race, but at the final podium on the last day. We are more than victors with Christ. But, like Le Tour competitors, to finish the race, we have to keep on going so we can stand with him on That Day as part of his team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon I can squeeze a couple more sermon illustrations out of this, actually. In his 2nd letter to Timothy, the Apostle Paul uses the illustration of athletes competing several times. He says "...if anyone competes as an athlete, he does not receive the victor’s crown unless he competes according to the rules." Already this year has seen at least one competitor disqualified as a drug cheat. What are the 'rules' of the gospel? Faith in Christ. When they asked him what works they must do to please God, Jesus replied "the work of God is this - to believe in the One He has sent." (John 6:28-29) If you try to justify yourself by your own good works instead, you will be disqualified for the prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another way in which the Christian life is like riding le Tour. The bible calls on us to give up everything for the team, to get others over the line in one piece with us. We are not riding individual time trials, but going for the team prize. Again from 2nd Timothy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2Ti 2:10 Therefore I endure everything for the sake of the elect, that they too may obtain the salvation that is in Christ Jesus, with eternal glory. 11 Here is a trustworthy saying:&lt;br /&gt;If we died with him, we will also live with him;&lt;br /&gt;12 if we endure, we will also reign with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first blog post, but it may well be my last. I didn't really intend to start a blog. Just seeing how it works. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1449469094193670888-6132857750605282509?l=i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/feeds/6132857750605282509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1449469094193670888&amp;postID=6132857750605282509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/6132857750605282509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1449469094193670888/posts/default/6132857750605282509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-the-pook.blogspot.com/2008/07/maillot-de-jaune.html' title='The Maillot de Jaune'/><author><name>The Pook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348286180688900647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tebcoBubr0Y/SIV9WF1veQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NK8FVcUezMg/S220/Stronach-rainbow2-aftr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
