Welcome back to year eleven (or so) of footy tipping.
Who knows what’s going to happen. Premiers in both competitions look pretty good. It’s hard to see any teams making big strides up their ladders, though one or two usually slip a bit.

Oddly enough the first round of picks for the NRL shares six with last year’s round one – and last year I didn’t pick Melbourne for some reason. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

(Draws count as correct)
NRL (last round 0/0; season tally 0/0)
Penrith
Canberra
Souths
Easts
New Zealand
Melbourne
Paramatta
North Queensland

A great joy tonight to join with part of our family as they had a meal in their new home.
Helping them move into a house a few days ago; perceiving tonight that with their presence the empty house has already become a home.

From Andrew Peterson:

What makes a house meaningful is the stories that it houses. Our bodies need a place to live, and the place we live need bodies to inhabit them. Humans were created to care for the world, and the world was created to be cared for.

Andrew Peterson, The God Of The Garden, B&H Publishing, 2021, pg. 5.

Finally got around too watching Mr. Church, starring Eddie Murphy, today.
It certainly shows another dimension to Murphy’s acting range.
The plot is charming enough, probably too much for some (or many).
Characters seem to identify as types – without much variation from that type.

But if you’re in the right mood, I think it’s okay.
And if you’re an Eddie Murphy completist (or a Bruce Beresford completist) you need to tick this one off on your list.

The basic outline was inspired by real life.
Which explains a bit because real life has more inexplicable life situations and relationships than movies.

Some things can’t be overcome or recovered from.
Which runs counter to the preferred narrative of a victorious Christian life, or even the more general desire that a situation is returning to normal.
There are situations that are never overcome; events from which we never recover.
Instead the best outcome is that our lives incorporate whatever that reality is as we go on.
There’s nothing to do. There will be no change. So we cope.
And in some situations that’s all there is.
It may look like we’ve won or recovered; and that is the narrative that the world would prefer for its own sense of comfort and alleviated awkwardness, but, in reality, it’s coping.

And I know now about helplessness – of what to do when there is nothing to do. I have learned coping. We live in a time and place where, over and over, when confronted with something unpleasant we pursue not coping but overcoming. Often we succeed. Most of humanity has not enjoyed and does not enjoy such luxury. Death shatters our illusion that we can make do without coping.

Nicholas Wolterstorff, Lament For A Son, Spire 1989, pg. 72