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Early Father’s Day In A Snap

It was inevitable that my kids would figure out a wonderful early Father’s Day present.


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Take Heed To Yourselves (preparing for MGPC 1/9/19)

Song: Jerusalem
Welcome:
Call to Worship
Song: My Lighthouse
Prayer Of Confession
Song: O Saviour, Where Shall Guilty Man
Affirming our Faith: New City Catechism 35
Song: Unto God Be Praise And Honour
Bible Reading: Luke 10: 21-41 – Jesus teaches the sovereignty of the Father and Spirit in Their self-revelation, delivers the Parable of the Good Samaritan to a self-righteous lawyer, and calms a flustered Martha.
Bible Memorisation:
Song: Sing To God New Songs Of Worship
Bible Reading: Mark 13: 1-13
Sermon: Take Heed To Yourselves
Announcements:
Pastoral Prayer:
Closing Blessing
Song: This I Believe


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His Mercy Is More by Matt Boswell and Matt Papa

I keep featuring various releases of this song because it may be the first time someone hears it.
His Mercy Is More features as the title track on a collaborative album of songs by Matt Papa and Matt Boswell
With Keith and Kristyn Getty featuring these guys and releasing the album I’m sure their songs will be heard more widely soon.
This is a lyric video of the album track.


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People Who Don’t Know The Answers To Obvious Questions (via Amit Katwala at Wired)

This article is part of a recurring feature at Wired where people write about their obsessions.
Amit Katwala’s obsession is with people who don’t have an answer for online surveys where the answer should be obvious.
For example, apparently, “Three per cent of Brits ‘don’t know’ whether they’ve tried surfing before” and “five per cent of Brits don’t even know if they’ve planned their own funeral.”
Perhaps it says something about demographics, comprehension, or the reality that there is a significant number of folk out there who just don’t know, don’t care, or just want to mess up survey results.

From the article.

So what’s going on here? It’s possible – and probably quite likely – that people selecting ‘don’t know’ to these questions aren’t actually unclear about whether they pay attention during airline safety demonstrations or if they’ve ever nicked anything from the self-service checkout.
Sometimes it might be because they don’t understand the question, don’t care about the question, or don’t want to to be honest about just how much time they’re spending with their finger jammed up a nostril. There are also a small number of people who simply tick ‘don’t know’ to every question, although YouGov says its panel team typically removes people that do this.
Read the whole post at Wired.


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You Must Take Up Your Cross As Often As You Put It Down (via Connor Gwin at Mockingbird)

A reflection on the Christian life as a long obedience in a consistent direction.
This is not a process where Jesus gets us in, and then we set to work to keep ourselves in.
This is a constant remembering of the fact we’re only in because of what Jesus has done.
The more our lives change, the easier it is to forget that truth.
From Connor Gwin, writing at Mockingbird:

It takes more than praying a certain prayer. It is not a ‘one and done’ situation. You must lay down your life anew each day or each moment. You must be born again and again, over and over. You must take up your cross as often as you put it down.
For “the flesh is willing but the spirit is weak” (Mt 26:41). In our weakness, we grasp for control and power.
When we think we have control over our lives, we run ourselves ragged. When we feel like the masters of our own fate, we drive ourselves into the ditch. The world promises that we can do all things by our own sheer willpower. We are told that we can accomplish all of our dreams through nothing but our own effort, but that path is the expressway to death.
Paul writes it this way: “You were dead through the trespasses and sins in which you once lived, following the course of this world, following the ruler of the power of the air, the spirit that is now at work among those who are disobedient. All of us once lived among them in the passions of our flesh, following the desires of flesh and senses, and we were by nature children of wrath, like everyone else” (Eph 2:1-3).
It is only through surrendering our lives, letting our ‘selves’ die, and following Jesus that we find life, real life, and rest.

Read the whole post at Mockingbird.


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Footy Tipping 2019 – NRL Round 24 / AFL Prefinals Bye

Well, last weekends thoughts about the final makeup of the AFL were only disturbed by West Coast losing and dropping from third to fifth. More on that next week.
In the NRL it’s sad that Matt Scott does not get a proper final game, a nice touch they have retired his number for tonight. Scott’s succumbing to a series of injuries has been a major factor in both the North Queensland and Queensland team’s decline in potency in recent years.
Brisbane should fall into the final eight with one more win.

NRL (last round 5/8; season tally 111/176)
North Queensland
Souths
Paramatta
Newcastle
Melbourne
Easts
Canberra
Wests

AFL (last round 7/9; season tally 125/198)


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The Unfortunate Lad by Brendan Gleeson

The Unfortunate Lad is a folk song about tragic outcomes of unfortunate choices.
It is also known as The Unfortunate Rake, which might give you a few ideas about the situation.
It’s a song that featured in the Coen Brothers’ Netflix movie The Ballad Of Buster Scruggs.
In the movie it is sung by one of five characters riding together on a stage coach, as three of the characters begin to realise that despite their differences about life’s journey they’re all heading toward a single destination.
As I wrote about another song from this movie, don’t base your theology of the afterlife on these lyrics, but it does make a salient point about the experience of life on this earth.

The lyrics:
As I was a-walking down by the loch
As I was a-walking one morning of late
Who should I spy but my own dear comrade
Wrapped up in flannel, so hard is his fate
I boldly stepped up to, and kindly did ask him
Why are you wrapped in flannel so white?
My body is injured and sadly disordered
All by a young woman, my own heart’s delight

Oh had she but told me when she disordered me
Had she but told me of it at the time
I might have got salts or pills of white mercury
But now I’m cut down in the height of my prime

Get six pretty maidens to carry my coffin
And six pretty maidens to bear up my pall
And give to each of them, bunches of roses
That they may not smell me as they go along