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During a recent devotion we were encouraged to write a prayer of lament.  I have found lament to be a very helpful way of holding the many paradoxes that arise as I attempt to follow Jesus as a broken person … Continue reading →

This past weekend ACHEA – the Australian Christian Higher Education Alliance – held their inaugural conference in Parramatta west of Sydney (shout-out to Rayna, the wonderful Airbnb host who saved me from a baguette-and-butter dinner with a delicious home-cooked meal!). … Continue reading →

So I’m in my final semester of my masters studies in ‘transformational development’ through Eastern College of Australia.  The course has been profoundly helpful on a number of levels: the space to explore the interaction between theology and community development, … Continue reading →

So I found myself reflecting on the biblical narrative of Babel as I wandered past the language school last night on my search for dinner.  I’m in Ubud, Bali for a language proficiency assessment and trial – I hope to … Continue reading →

Iced coffee, take away Departure lounge in Denpasar Engrossed in a book About ecological damage By  airplanes, disposable containers   Black coffee in white cups With Waimarang colleagues In a language and culture Of hardly-grasped beauty Wishing it all black … Continue reading →

A few months back, I was having a chat with Dad about the way in which my work and time in rural Indonesia has changed me, and we got to talking about how my initial updates that I sent always began with … Continue reading →

And God formed humanity from the dust of the earth; Adam from ‘adama’; humans from humus. (see Genesis 2:7)   So runs the creation narrative in the Hebrew Bible, a very significant story that maps out the contours of what … Continue reading →

The mercury tells me it’s a touch over thirty five, but I suspect she’s trying to make friends with the unbearable heat outside; it’s a lonely life being a themometer. Everything is parched, I pass palms pleading for a shower; … Continue reading →

I’ve visited this particular village before – a few times actually; it’s the home of the hypothetical Mrs. Maria.  But every other time I’d visited, it was to assess the suitability for a productive garden, the possibility of a hydram … Continue reading →

Reflections on an 8 hour, 120km-round motorbike ride from Waimarang to Ngonggi in Eastern Sumba   For the joy that filled my heart, as I awoke beneath the net, And pondered the day’s journey that lay out the creaking door, … Continue reading →