Mini 2010

Return of the Mini

Mini 2010

It took a long, agonising six weeks. After an initial quoted two, and minimal customer contact, I finally got back my beloved Mini yesterday.
It needed some rust taken out of it, and so I figured that whilst that was getting done, Id pay a few extra dollars and come away with the paint job Id always intended, just not as early as this.
It is half a month until I would have had my Mini for a year…
An early birthday present for it…




It was a celebratory trip to Staglands with Vicky. With the Mini safely back in my hands, it was time for a road trip.

We headed out to Staglands, and then continued on out across the Akatarera’s to Lindale, Paraparaumu and to Plimerton for Dinner.

These are some of the old rustic photos I took of the wildlife passed away.



Have we forgotten about worship? What it truely is? And how we endeavour to transfer that each week in to musical form for corporate worship.

Yet lately I get the feeling we are choosing our songs based on popularity, or how much we like them, rather than having a broad, overall vision for the worship. Rather than dedicate the songs to our all powerful living God, we glorify them with distortion, unnecessary volume and unglorified attitudes of songs. The pity is, that these songs have been written by God-fearing men and women whose heart is firmly set on Him, but have become pathetic in bringing glory to God because of the attitude of individuals playing them each week.

The responsibility of leading the church in worship has been well lost. There is little respect nor awe for the one we sing to. We merely sing songs, leaving them meaningless in the grand scheme of worship. Worship murdered.


To be waken by the plain, simple meow of a cat stuck on the roof outside the window of your two story home.
Usually, waking me at such time on the only day I have to sleep in will result in a shrug and a turn to the otherside of the bed to resume my voluentary coma.
But looking out the window to the pleading eyes of a stuck cat in the slight drizzle and gusty gale outside.

So I went dowstairs, and onto the deck. Standing on the bench seating, I could reach the edge of the gutter. I called my improperly set alarm, and eventually her head appeared around the corner upon the roof. It was going to take some convincing for her to take a few steps onto the gutter before I could reach her.
Eventually she came. I wrapped my hands around her and began to lift her to safety. But even though I had both hands firmly around her middle, she still tightly held onto what she knew to be safety.

Sometimes we are like this too. Even though God has his hands firmly wrapped around us to carry us to safety, we still will hold onto our conception of what we know to be true. Our whole idea of what we know to be true, on a human level, we grip tightly, reluctant to let go.

When we do let go, we find ourselves lifted to a level beyond what we first thought was safe; beyond what we tried so desperately to hold onto.