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  I’m on the plane home after spending this past week travelling Eastern Sumba with a few of the other Amos Australia folk – Jake, Arlene (staff members) and Diane (board member).  I’m looking forward to being home and the … Continue reading →

She runs a little warung in the hilltop valley of Kannangga, the pitstop that everyone looks forward to.  The road to and from her timbered café is winding, ever winding, twirling back and forth through the mountains, dancing up and … Continue reading →

I was asked to facilitate a workshop at the recent TEAR conference in Perth, and share a few things that I’ve learnt as my understanding of the gospel has developed over the past decade.  I’ve by no means completed the … Continue reading →

I was asked to facilitate a workshop at the recent TEAR conference in Perth, and share a few things that I’ve learnt as my understanding of the gospel has developed over the past decade.  I’ve by no means completed the … Continue reading →

‘Abundance means having more than enough.  So a society without an understanding of what enough is will never experience abundance’ – Bob Goudzwaard* I was rather proud to find out that Beaconsfield – the suburb where I live and drink … Continue reading →

I spent last week in Malaysia, rounding out my studies considering all things economic.  As always, the world is much bigger (and stranger and scarier!) than I’d previously thought, and there are some intriguing alternatives to the dominant economic narrative … Continue reading →

These past two weeks in West Timor and Sumba have been rather challenging.  My young family came with me this time, and they did incredibly well considering that we moved house every two days, met countless new people and spent … Continue reading →

Ubud, Bali, language training week 1 of 12… So I was having trouble falling asleep the other night – something was bugging the dog next door, and he decided to share those concerns with us by barking intermittently for a … Continue reading →

In this line of work, it’s easy to get caught in a web of cynicism that binds you tight, wondering whether you’re actually making any difference, any headway against the monster of poverty.  It can be difficult to sleep when … Continue reading →

I didn’t ask her name, so let’s call her Gereja. She’s slightly stooped, white-haired, quite frail, her right eye a cataract, her left leg limping – probably in her eighties, an old lady for sure. We were travelling from Waimarang … Continue reading →