Disappearance & Proud Moments

Hey there peeps.

I’ll be at Diocesan Leadership Conference for the next three days, so may not post while I am away.

Meanwhile, I’ll leave a proud dad. Apparently, Pumpkin didn’t ask mum for a children’s television show this morning, she said “Mummy, can I have milk and football?”

The question I leave you with is “What’s the difference between education & indoctrination?”

All the latest

I don’t take as many photos of my kids as I should.

I certainly don’t take that many formal photos, but that is largely because it takes time to set it up & it is hard to wrangle them.

This afternoon I was taking some shots for Tim & Dee of their latest addition (I’ll leave them to share their own photos), and in between shooting their three kids we gave Gumnut a bit of a try. I have to say it is MUCH easier to shoot an energetic young bloke when you have a wife & two friends to hold up extra black cloth, keep Gumnut smiling & make sure he doesn’t divebomb off the couch!

Anyway, if this doesn’t keep my Sister, Sister in Law & Aunty Maurny happy, I don’t know what will!

Yeah... cool
If it weren’t too late, I would enter this into a “Bonds Baby” comp…

Wha?
Just playing around with Angles

Food?
Chances are he just heard someone mention food…

Hey Uncle Tim
Gumnut things Uncle Tim (holding up the black sheet that he’s sitting on) is very entertaining!

Happy Gumnut
One of my favourites. I know I am truly blessed to have such a lovely young son.

For the love of the game

Gilbert

Have you ever noticed how hopelessly addicted we are to victory as the hallmark of enjoyment?

I’m the first to raise my hand in guilt. Knowing how childish I must look being all down after a loss, I can’t help but be down when the wallabies aren’t victorious.

Surely, if I love the game, my team is trying their hardest & I am seeing something good happen in front of me, it should be enough to just enjoy the spectacle?

No wonder people say there are struggles with kids these days to enjoy sport when it isn’t a guaranteed victory….

My new goal for the Rugby World Cup is to enjoy every game I watch. Sure, I’ll be hopeful that Australia (or Scotland!) come up trumps, but my first commitment is going to be to a a good game of rugby.

Do I even stand a chance?

The Game they play in Heaven

The Rugby World Cup is here baby!

6 weeks of nations from around the world coming together to play the best game on earth.
With New Zealand in the same pool as France this time, they’ll have to find another team to choke against in a Quarter of Semi Final, before Australia rises to ascendency.

On a more serious note, I’d love for Australia to win, but I suspect it could be the Kiwi’s opportunity to take the crown they’ve deserved for years. He may cause me a lot of sadness, but Richie McCaw has been such an influential captain that it would be a shame for him to finish up with the All Blacks having never won a World Cup. Meanwhile, I am sure that we have a lot of great rugby to watch between now & then.

I’m excited, because we had a TV Antena attached to the top of our church. If you have a building that has a big screen & projector, decent speakers & a BBQ, why wouldn’t you invite families to come along & watch, so they don’t have to either crowd into a room at home (admitting that the prevalance of 50″ TVs at home these days means that there are probably bigger better screens in most houses than at our church), or shuffle past a bank of pokies at the local RSL.

I hope it can be a great chance for some fellowhip, an opportunity for people to invite a non-christian friend along to find that churches aren’t too scary a place, and maybe a chance to hear some Testimonies from famous sportspeople too (Just gotta find that DVD…. I think it was from the Olympics).

Actually, having just done 30 seconds of research, William Webb Ellis, the alleged father of Rugby was an Anglican Clergyman, so really, is there any better place to watch Rugby?

No matter how you play it. Spending time watching the game you love, surrounded by people you love can’t be a bad thing!

Comment if you’re on the Central Coast & you’d like to come along.

Post Script: For all you poor people who didn’t learn from William Webb Ellis’ brilliant idea in 1823, don’t worry, the round ball will get its fair share of attention in 2014.