Thursday, September 29, 2016

Stages of healing, Day 7 reflections

A bicycle bottom bracket spindle failure gave rise to an Emergency hospital admission. The failure happened when high pressure was upon the crank as I rose from my seat to start a climb.

Donor skin was taken from upper R eyelid and used to fill skin lost from the lower eyelid.  Two minor fractures, one on the nose, and one in the eye orbital frame - above the nose - resulted.

While the treatment and recovery was painful, I am thankful for the opportunity to observe stages of healing.  Yahweh provides. Yahweh Rapha - my God heals. These are listed here:

- immediate capture and transport of a passing motorist with wise decision to transport to a superior medical venue (RNSH not Ryde) (Paul, you were an angel),

- immediate  passage through triage to hospital bed (I was in the Emergency triage only long enough for my transporter to ring my spouse and get to the point of identifying himself!),

- CT scan within half hour of admission,

- Full checks including ophthalmology and plastic surgery team within hour of admission,

- Admission to ward within two hour of admission,

- Own room, hourly vital checks,

- A deep overnight meditation on Is56 (which God had placed that week on my heart),

- Understanding of prayerful endeavours of family, churchfolk and workmates,

- Surgery within 16 hours of admission,

- Discharge with aid of family 26 hours after admission,

- Transport and analysis of bicycle problem (and of impact to helmet) by friends,

- Re-dressing at local GP Day 3,

- Deep sleep on Day 3,

- Vitamin C, Zinc, Cod-liver oil tablets following from lovely advice of a Christian lady (after taking the eight tablets I rattled),

- A remarkable return of elasticity to face Day 4 following laughter,

- Re-dressing at local GP Day 6,

- Return to scene of the accident to find crank and the attached pedal.  I found neither, nor did I find any scrape in the pavement that suggested that the accident had occurred)

- Absorbing a delightfully simple message on Luke 10 in a warm, inclusive Baptist church in Bendigo, Victoria,

- The love of family in Wodonga, Victoria and Albury, NSW,

- Return of appetite and vitality Day 7,

- Acceptance of warranty claim by bicycle shop,

- and so on.

Day 7 saw me taking up an instrument as a brain tonic.  It is said that nothing lights up the whole brain like playing music.  I'm not sure that playing a ukelele badly lights up the brain the same way as, say, concentrated oboe playing in an orchestra, but one tries!  Brain health - and re-wiring of neural pathways - after concussion is a vital consideration.

The day after the accident the linked article considered helmet usage.  You'll not hear anything negative from me about wearing a helmet!

Shalom and thanks,

P.S. they don't ask you at hospital if you have clean undies.  It is a myth!

Links good as at 29 September 2016

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

No need to read tea leaves

An interesting card arrived in today's letterbox.  I wish that the deliverer had first obeyed the "No Junk Mail" sign.
Healing comes not from reading tea leaves or dissecting frog's livers at midnight of a full moon. Healing comes instead through Jesus Christ.

The ancients were ordered by God not to bring any occult practices into the promised land:

“When you come into the land that the Lord your God is giving you, you shall not learn to follow the abominable practices of those nations. There shall not be found among you anyone who burns his son or his daughter as an offering, anyone who practices divination or tells fortunes or interprets omens, or a sorcerer or a charmer or a medium or a necromancer or one who inquires of the dead, for whoever does these things is an abomination to the Lord. And because of these abominations the Lord your God is driving them out before you. You shall be blameless before the Lord your God, for these nations, which you are about to dispossess, listen to fortune-tellers and to diviners. But as for you, the Lord your God has not allowed you to do this. Deuteronomy 18:9-14

and in 2 Timothy 4:3 there is a warning that people will turn from truth to that which tickles there ears: 

"For the time will come when people will not put up with sound doctrine. Instead, to suit their own desires, they will gather around them a great number of teachers to say what their itching ears want to hear."

Find healing in Jesus Christ.


Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Trimmed transcript from Royal Commission into Institutional Responses to Child Sexual Abuse, 29 August 2016, Newcastle, Case Study 42

The questioner: Counsel assisting the Commissioner
The respondent: Archbishop Herft, formerly of Anglican Diocese of Newcastle
Reference to: CKA, a victim of sexual abuse as a child


Q.   Are you familiar with the words in the gospel of Matthew, 18:4-6?
A.   I am - if you are asking me to remember the actual words, please, please would you help me?  Yes.
Q.   Yes.  Starting at 4: Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven.
A.   Yes.
Q.   Then 5:  And whoso shall receive one such little child in my name receiveth me.
A.   Yes.
Q.   Then 6:  But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea.
free and unattributable

A.   Yes.
Q.   Those are words attributed to Jesus?
A.   Yes.
Q.   A man with a reputation for compassion and forgiveness?
A.   Yes, sir.
Q.   You would agree that those are very strong words?
A.   They are.

Q.   Do you accept that at no stage did you show, in relation to Mr [CKA] and his complaints, that level of outrage?


Saturday, July 2, 2016

I love a sunburnt sausage

The challenge was set for Saturday 2nd July for a Commonwealth election:

1. Visit each of the polling booth locations of Public Schools in the Lane Cove area - Lane Cove Public School, Lane Cove West Public School and Mowbray Public School

2. Consume from the bacon and egg rolls/sausage sizzles on offer

3. Report.

After all, the biggest decision on the day was to the order of onion or no onion, or BBQ sauce or tomato sauce.  As In the Cove suggested, "It is unAustralian not to have a snag on election day".  Indeed, it is as much an Australian tradition as Channel 9  running Don's Party on election night.

Lane Cove Public School

Now a clear absence of bias was called for as yours truly may have had children through this school.  Indeed, your reporter may had turned many a sausage over the years.
The target here was breakfast and a freshly cooked bacon and egg roll with BBQ sauce was on the cards.  The roll was reminiscent of a similar Sunday morning offering from the Unwined Bar.  An all mum cooking army.  Riverstone Gourmet Meat sausages.

Money well spent = $5.00

The team did not disappoint.  Chef Neil Perry would have been impressed.  The egg was just right with a slight runniness.  The bacon was crisp.  Service was good and the team were well placed to target the voters. 

9 out of 10.

Mowbray Public School

These cooks and servers clearly had completed their responsible service of sausage certification.  Everything was pristinely presented right down to the gloves.  Very clever positioning near the voting queue.  I suspect many voting papers would have tomato sauce on them.  The booth scrutineer is likely to be challenged tonight as he considers whether the tomato sauce stains make a vote invalid.

The mum and dad army had plenty of smiles.  They were set to cook up a storm.  Chef Peter Gilmore would have been at home here.
Springbok Delight sausages.

Damage for a sausage roll with onions = $4.00, bacon in bag for gluten-free one = $1.00. 

10 out of 10.

Lane Cove West Public School

These were late starters with a 10am kick-off.  Nonetheless, no disappointment was to be had.  A fresh bun, tasty sausage and thick tomato sauce.  Optional onions made the snack just right.  The team clearly put in a special effort to see off their retiring Principal Mrs Judy Doherty.

The team here had the biggest smiles.  They looked like they could give a Masterchef contestant a flutter.  Chef Matt Moran would come back for more.  A mum and dad cooking army with Hummerston sausages.

Coins from under cushion of couch = $4.00

9 out of 10.

That is it ladies and gentlemen.  A win to Mowbray. Whether you voted Independent, Liberals or Labor or Greens, you certainly voted sausage.

Scoring considerations were:
Presentation of stand, Presentation of item, Sauce selection, Taste, Cleverness of placement near voting queue, Adherence to food safety standards, Adherence to responsible service of sausage, and,  Service-with-a-smile.

Thank you In the Cove for the opportunity.


If you have read this far then please consider donating blood.  There is current a shortage of O-negative.  A lovely new Red Cross Blood Bank facility is open at Chatswood Station.

Note: all links correct at 2 July 2016

Thursday, June 30, 2016

1700 crosses in China torn down

What, dear Christian, is more flabbergasting, this recent news from China:

"The crackdown on churches began in 2014 when the government announced that it would demolish a church in Wenzhou for not having building permits. It then ordered crosses to be removed, and thus far, somewhere between 1,200 and 1,700 crosses have reportedly been torn down. Some church leaders have no choice -- either they give in to having their crosses removed or have their churches destroyed."

or that Australian churches are willingly giving up their crosses?


See also this (post) which includes a stirring video from Moore Theological College educated Dr Michael Youseff.

Book review Chic-lit

Book review, Conditioned to Death, by C. K. Cambray

It was a rare moment that drove me to chick-lit.  This piece of chick-lit was in a special genre all of its own as it also serves as a murder mystery.

The protagonist, Dawn Gray, is a co-owner of a downtown U.S. health club.  Two accidental deaths within the club premises are quickly followed by three murders.  Along the way Dawn is threatened with death, subject to violence and proposed offers of ownership buy-out.  Dawn’s paramour count accumulates as fast as the death rate.  One-by-one the paramours met every possible variety: the wealthy one, the skinny Buddhist influenced masseur, and the giant body builder.

By about three quarters of the way through the book I was compelled to keep reading only to know who copped it first.  Would the health club fail from the steady departure of members who feared for their own lives amidst the murders?  Would Dawn finally meet the perfect man and sail off into the sunset? Would the hulk of the body builder crack the skinny masseur’s skull?  Then there was the plod, who seemingly followed every lead yet never found a culprit.  Would the lieutenant reach a solution by the end of the book?

Dawn, with her multiple romances, her suspect-everyone-mind, and her perfect-gym-toned-body-but-poor-business-acumen struck me as an impeccable Trump voter.  She certainly would have voted to Brexit.

The book was published in 1992, the year that U.S. President George H. W. Bush fell violently ill at a state dinner in Japan.  It was the year that U.S.Vice President Dan Quayle erroneously corrects a student's spelling of the word potato, indicating it should have an e at the end.  In amongst such monumental events, the suffering of a fictional U.S. health club would hardly have caused a ripple.


All links good 30 June 2016

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Chairs and crosses and souls

“And who in this age would bother to get out of bed on a Sunday morning
 (or skip a beer on a Saturday night) to visit a poorly attended,
poorly operated version of what you already have?”

Happening in churches across the country…..

Pastor Barry (despairingly): How do we attract these local chardonnay-swilling, soy-latte 11am Sunday brunch, nouveau-rich, new apartment dwellers to our church?

Elder Lorraine (animatedly): Chairs!, New chairs!  Everyone loves a new chair.  Better a chair than a pew.

Pastor Barry: What then? What, if chairs don’t pull ‘em in?

Elder Bob (huffily - Bob was always huffy): Get rid of the cross behind the lectern.  It is an embarrassment.  I wouldn’t have it in my lounge room.

Pastor Barry (innovatively): Shouldn’t we do some door-knocking or outdoor evangelism to reach the people, how about a town hall event where we invite local political candidates?

Elder Fred (stoically): Pastor Barry, it’s all chairs and cross removals these days.  You set the room right then everyone walks in.