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Art is A Symptom

Art is A Symptom

I went to Sculpture by The Sea. It's an art installation event scattered along the headland path from Tamarama Beach to Bondi. For the past fifteen years, at the point where Spring starts to feel like Summer, you can walk along the beautiful coast line of Sydney's Eastern Suburbs and enjoy the aesthetic of natural and man-made art. .

  • How to lose friends and irritate people

    This is a little note on Evangelism; otherwise known as: How to Lose Friends and Irritate People (com'on, you know it's true). In where comes the stage where people want to listen to the Christian message? You can shout it until you're blue in the face, that the evidence is out there and yet ears are closed… willfully. Mine were closed for some time and I thought I had it all figured out.

  • We must represent Christ accurately

    It is increasingly more evident to me that being a witness of my faith in Jesus as the saviour of the world is a 24/7 responsibility. This role must be shaped by the word of God, not my selfish and proud fleshly desires as they once were. It's time to stand up!

  • Who sank the boat?

    The other day I was reminded of a book that was read to me during primary school called 'Who sank the boat' by Pamela Allen.

  • End of the World!

    When will the world end?

  • Escaping our own mortality

    Last night it happened. My heart problems and difficulty breathing that I've had the last few days had finally done me in, or so it felt. It struck me that I could die tonight (although I've always been well aware that I could die any time) and I lamented time wasted while the lack of oxygen to my brain gave me a sublime light-headedness.

  • All is good, even the bad

    There are Bible verses that have been particularly comforting to me which I\'ll reveal in this article. The first is Jeremiah 29 verse 11 "1 For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope."

  • I will never know

    I will never know what it is like to flee my home, running for my life. I will never know what it is like to be given minutes to gather my belongings in a place I can't return to. I will never know what it is like to have to find safety for my family in another nation. I will never know what it is like to wait limbo for years on end in camps before a country of safety is offered. If it is ever offered.

  • A personal testimony: The love of God

    I come from a single-parent family. My parents got divorced when I was five years old. I was not brought up as a Christian and didn't know the Lord personally. During my childhood, love felt scarce, as my mother had to work three jobs to support four young kids.

  • A few musings on video games

    I feel it's safe to say that video games, as interactive entertainment, are here to stay. Even on my way into university last week I was greeted by an advertisement for an upcoming video game plastered on the side of a bus. Your local youth group probably hosts "LAN parties" on a semi-regular basis too. Suffice to say, video games have well and truly broken into our contemporary popular culture.

  • Accepting the things I cannot change

    At times I imagine a world where everyone had the power to relive the past. A world where we have the power to go back and wipe the words that hurt someone. Or even a world where we can go back and change that stupid decision to accelerate past the stop sign. We all have those moments when we think back and wish we could change something we did or didn't do. We feel ashamed and guilty. If only we could turn back time.

  • 'Mo'vember 2012 - changing the face of my health

    For the past 10 years, one of the causes I have financially supported, raised money for, and suffered jibes and ridicule for, is Movember.