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All God’s Children

July15

“With nearly a million children educated in our schools (in the UK) we not only must demonstrate a profound commitment to stamp out such stereotyping and bullying; but we must also take action. We are therefore developing a programme for use in our schools, taking the best advice we can find anywhere, that specifically targets such bullying. More than that, we need also to ensure that what we do and say in this Synod, as we debate these issues, demonstrates above all the lavish love of God to all of us.”  (Archbishop of Canterbury, Justin Welby, Head of the Worldwide Anglican Communion – July 2013)

Valuing All God's Children is a document released by the Anglican Church in the UK in 2013 to address the topic of specific forms of bullying.

Valuing All God’s Children is a document released by the Anglican Church in the UK in 2014 to address the topic of specific forms of bullying.

Children taunting or teasing other children is not new.  I remember when I was at school myself the terms that were available to us then to put others down, diminshing them in the eyes of others.  As perpetual newcomer to schools (I had seven all told, one of my siblings holds the record at ten…) and the children of an Anglican priest we were frequently the butt of the taunts.  There are some I remember to this day.

Taunts about weight, taunts about height, taunts about skin colour, or braces, or glasses, or pimples; taunts about the house you live in or what your parents do for a living.  Take your pick.  I think most of us are familiar with them.  It’s not new.  No.  But it’s not acceptable.  The name-calling and the put-downs, the shove in the playground, the frustrated exclamation when your mate misses a goal he should have gotten – none of these things are acceptable.

Of particular concern in more recent years are those tags that arise based on gender or sexuality: slurs like “you’re such a girl!” or “you’re so gay!”  These are attached to ideas of weakness, as if somehow being female or being homosexual makes you inherently less strong and therefore less worthy than someone who is the opposite – and what’s that?  Male and heterosexual.  These slurs are inappropriate on so many levels, but especially on this one; and what they end up doing is perpetuating the notion that there are heirarchies and that some are better/stronger/fitter/more worthwhile than others.  They are easy, throw-away lines that lack tact, thought or in a good many cases, accuracy; but beware of the thing they mask.  They show a hidden, though present intolerance of difference, because we can fear what is different or what we don’t understand.

On a related note, in May this year the Anglican Church in the UK released a document called “Valuing All God’s Children”.  It is targetted at changing attitudes to specific forms of bullying in Anglican schools there, specifically homophobic bullying.  I was heartened to see its publication.  I was heartened also to hear our own Diocese of Brisbane Synod debate the issue of affirming the rights of all people this week, and condemning violence against anyone on the basis of gender, race, religion or orientation.  You may not understand the story of those who are different from you, but taunting them, making them into a convenient joke, or worse, making them the subject of prejudice, discrimination or violence is unacceptable.  Wake up!  Bullying, fear, hatred and violence – these things betray our humanity, and they ultimately betray the God who loves us all.

Valuing All God’s Children – PDF document

 

 

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New perfume…

May27
I guess for me what this clip does is prompt the question: what is real?

I guess for me what this clip does is prompt the question: what is real?

This is an Hungarian singer Csemer Boglárka, whose song Nouveau Parfum went a bit viral earlier this year… The clip is interesting in that apart from her beautiful voice, it features her image being retouched until she is really quite a different person…

Boggie – Nouveau Parfum

The comments below the youtube clip include one that observes what an amazing job Photoshop technology does retouching her – it’s all so believable, a subtle improvement on the original beauty.  Most pick up on the way she was beautiful before, and that what results is a contrived package, making young women yearn for a beauty that doesn’t exist without Photoshop.

What struck me was that when I beheld the ‘end product’, I was hard put to recall what she had looked like in the beginning, which leads me very neatly to my second observation.  last week I had two separate conversations with people who reminded me that the human brain processes what it sees/engages with as ‘fact’ or perhaps ‘truth’, whether it is or not.  So what the eye sees, what the mind interacts with effectively, the brain believes.  One of those conversations related to the pervasiveness of the media in our world, and that whether truth or fiction or reality television: the mind takes it on as ‘real’.

It’s one of the primary questions that exercise the little grey cells: what is real?  what is true?  We want to know, becasue that’s what we want to be part of.  What’s the point wasting time with stuff that doesn’t matter?  However, we are surrounded by stuff that doesn’t matter all the time and we’re being told that it does matter; the stuff gets a back-story and impressive packaging and media attention – so it just has to be real, doesn’t it?  Short anwer: No.

We have fixed our gaze so consistently on this air-brushed image of the world we’ve created, little wonder we’re not sure what is real these days.  We cling to what we see or experience as somehow true to life, justified, because remember what we behold, our mind responds to as real/true whether it is or not.

Faith should be the voice that reminds us what matters, or at least it should be, and it fails dismally when it is not. Faith is the voice that says what matters is love, what is real and true is forgiveness and compassion, not marketing and faster, bigger, better, shinier and cleverer.  We are consumer boys and girls, neck-deep in our consumer world.  And let me tell you, life in plastic is not so fantastic.  Life in plastic is not the truth.  Yet we are so fixated on what our wealth can secure for us, that we are not seeing the truth.  The Empire we have created is mastering us and cash-rich and time-poor, we are doubly its slaves.  The unknown God walks among us still, mysterious and beautiful and liberating.  This God calls to our hearts, not our wallets; and this God says come and follow me.

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Tumbleweeds or what?

May27
The kicker is that when we buy into those shallow things all the time, they erode all the really great values in our lives and make tumbleweeds of us all.

The kicker is that when we buy into those shallow things all the time, they erode all the really great values in our lives and make tumbleweeds of us all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When we were in the UK one of the popular ‘reality’ shows was “Splash” a series that featured celebrities coached by Tom Daley, Olympic diver and medallist, diving from various heights and being judged. Here’s a glimpse of a young dancer (who featured on Britain’s Got Talent) called Perri Kiely….

Perri Kiely – diving backwards (from 3min 5 seconds)

Yes, he dived backwards once and it was replayed four or five times. He didn’t just invent the cure for world hunger or win the Nobel Peace Prize. In terms of human narratives, the whole celebrity/look at me/admire my diving/dancing culture is a fairly shallow one – in natural history terms, there’s a kind of tumbleweed thing about it – no real depth, no groundedness, just an aimless pursuit, blown this way and that by whatever trend is the hottest or how many ‘likes’ you get.

The world is full of stories, some are true, some are based on a truth or a piece of wisdom, some are part of our history, and some are what we dream of for our future.  But what troubles me about our present culture is that we are losing touch with those deeper shared narratives, and even the sharing of personal or family ones is getting beyond our grasp. Instead, cash-rich and time-poor, technology allowing us to fit more and more into the working week than is good for us, we turn to these tumbleweed kind of stories, which in the end don’t sustain – because they were never meant to.

We know the difference between the shallow, something-nothing stories of modern celebrity-reality culture and the Real Deal. It’s just easy for us to access something that has got all the window-dressing, the glitz and glam, but none of the depth. It’s easy for us to zone out to manipulated stories that require neither thought nor commitment from us. But the kicker is that when we buy into those shallow things all the time, they erode all the really great values in our lives and make tumbleweeds of us all.  And is that what we really want for ourselves?

So may you choose something more for yourself than being part of the tumbleweed stories. May you choose to be part of the human story with more depth, more compassion and more beauty. The world is full of stories. That is how humanity connects with itself and with God. So make your story worthwhile.

 

 

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The Opera House, Resilience and a Fear of Failure

May20

Okay parents, hands up, who is happy to let their kids not do so great at things?  In some capacity: to let them experience failure.

Who doesn’t interfere in the “Create a Model of the Sydney Opera House” project?

Whose first impulse when you hear your child telling the story of some friendship crisis, classroom debarcle or loss of one kind or another is NOT to get all kinds of angry and rush in and sort it out?

Who doesn’t harbour dreams that their child could be the next Hilary Rodham Clinton/Obama/Einstein/Usain Bolt?

Being a parent is a tough gig and any amount of parenting books can’t tell you how to respond when you are tired, fragile, weary, vulnerable or when you are put on the spot.

We talk about resilience a lot in schools.  We want it for our children.  But do we really appreciate that you can’t buy resilience?  You can provide your children with opportunities and choices, but you can’t socially engineer life to capture resilience?  You can’t rush it into apprearing any more than you can rush the construction of the Sydney Opera House.

Sometimes we race around doing those Super-Parent things because we are time-poor and we feel we don’t have time to fail or pick up the pieces when we do.  Sometimes we can’t fail, or see our children fail, because we don’t know how to parent in those times; we just don’t know what to do.  Sometimes we just want to support our children and make the world better for them, kinder than it might have been for us.  But what if making the world better for them involves letting them experience that life isn’t all about them?

Jesus asks the question, “what does it profit a man if he gains the whole world but loses his soul?”  And that’s a fair question.  All those people I listed before they became greats not because they never failed, but because they did experience failure, betrayal, loss and chose not to let it define or limit them.

Dr Seuss observed:

“You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted.  But mostly they’re darked.
A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin!
Do you dare to stay out?  Do you dare to go in?
How much can you lose? How much can you win?

And IF you go in, should you turn left or
right… or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?
Or go around back and sneak in from behind?
Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.”

(from “Oh!  The Place You’ll Go!)

The thing is that failure and loss need not have the final word.  I was listening to the story of Paul Hockey, a Cairns man who climbed Mt Everest, single-handed.  Literally.  He lost his arm as a three week old baby, amputated to stop the spread of bone cancer.  All his life he had to overcome adversities of one kind or another, yet, his parents let him face them.  Not because they didn’t love him, but because love is never about giving the object of that love everything they want.  It’s about loving them through the times where there are no words, just tears.  And saying: this day will pass.  You will overcome and I will love you come what may.

And now something a little lighter: here’s a clip my husband discovered.  I think she’s nailed parenting right there :-)

“Let it go” Parody – A Mum’s Perspective

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God and Salt-Chili-Chocolate

May15
How is God, how is faith, like really good chocolate?

How is God, how is faith, like really good chocolate?

 

 

 

 

 

Read: Acts 2: 42-47

A few years ago, near 20 years ago, I was overseas and it was my first Easter without my family being nearby.  I was pretty homesick when a parcel arrived in the post, and miraculously when I opened it, it was pretty much intact.  It was from my Mum and Dad and when I opened the wrapping paper I found bright red foil wrappings around these small, solid chocolate eggs.  Now back then we didn’t have as much variety in chocolate as we’re used to now, and I had never experienced Lindt chocolate.  I remember that amazing revelation that chocolate was to this day – I am not a big chocolate eater, but that day 20 years ago showed me something pretty new and special about how chocolate could be…  These days Salted chocolate and Chili chocolate teach us new things about chocolate, ironically from very old ideas about it – chocolate used to be a savoury thing, not sweet.

And the same thing goes for God too.  We find new, hidden depths to God in the stories and encounters that people have with aspects of God, who God is and how God acts.  Long ago, a shepherd who became king, a man called David, reflected on his understanding of God and rather than images of a lightning-bolt wielding god who didn’t think much of humans, or a god who took advantage of humans, or a god who punished them with fire or crop failure or expected one that expected cruel human sacrifice to make that god happy (which were pretty common images of gods in those days – 1000 years before Jesus), David saw God’s care in the actions of a shepherd.  And that shaped the way he governed a nation – he was the nations shepherd, its guide, its carer.

A lot later Jesus built on that image again.  He said that he was the Good Shepherd and that the shepherd would do anything to seek out and save the sheep who got lost.  He said he knew his people like a shepherd knew his sheep – by name – and he called them.

Shepherds were regarded as unclean and they lived on the edges of polite society, but here was Jesus saying this is what he was like, and that this unclean, edge of things image was a good way to picture God.

It challenged people, and bent their old ideas out of shape.  But, for those who really appreciated what he was saying, they began to shape their communities to fit this new, hidden in plain-sight, deep image of God.  They included people, they didn’t worry so much about the rules that defined people as belonging or not belonging.  They had a taste for a God who acted in ways they hadn’t really thought about before, or if they had, hadn’t taken seriously; a God a bit like salt or chili in really amazing chocolate.  A God who revealed new and deeper things to them about sharing and creating compassionate communities.

So, what’s your image of God?  What are the values and core beliefs that might flow from that image?  Does it make you want to make humanity more connected, and more compassionate and more courageous?  Or do you need to think again?

 

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Kodak and Railtracks

May12
Ah!  Remember Slide Night?

Ah! Remember Slide Night?

 

 

 

 

 

 

When we were kids and our grandparents got back from their big trips overseas, we’d look forward to Slide Night.  Someone would get out a white sheet, or my Grandpa would bring his slide screen and then connect the projector.  Fade to black, don’t trip on the power cord, and sit there in the dull glow of the projector watching images from other countries (mostly up the right way).  Slide Nights could go on for hours, and even whole nights – as cassette after cassette of slides would be pulled out of their boxes and clicked into the projector.  Grandpa loved his gadgets, so he had a Slide Carousel.  I remember the little projector we had, my Dad had to load slides manually in pairs.  Then the projector would overheat and he’d burn his fingers on the metal frames and Slide Night would come to an end and we’d get packed off to bed.  That there was cutting edge technology.

And then came the digital age.

Last week I was listening to a speaker at the Anglican Schools Conference and he talked about the way in which the photographic company Eastman-Kodak (go ask your grandparents) failed to adapt to the new-fangled technology, and steadily slipped into decline, eventually filing for bankruptcy.  Now Eastman-Kodak was a giant company and as a child of the 1970′s and 1980′s, it was hard to imagine something as big as Kodak going to the wall.  Yet it did.  It didn’t really embrace new ideas, it kind of assumed that the photographic world would always rotate around it.  And it was wrong.

Thinking of Eastman-Kodak’s story got me thinking of all the ways in which humanity either runs with or reacts against new ideas, and the way in which we imagine that the world revolves around us and our ways of seeing and doing things.

Now we might fancy that we are flexible and that we are always open to new ideas and technological innovations, but they’re not really the new ideas I’m talking about.  Last month the Anglican Church’s newspaper in Queensland produced articles on entering the digital age (even the Archbishop of Canterbury himself tweets apparently, so get with it, people!), and this is all well and good, but it’s only part of the equation.  The newest, most radical (and strangely enough, oldest) idea out there is the one that hinges on love: inclusive, transformative, amazing love.  Love that liberates people from fear, love that heals and restores.  And when we don’t really live that out, then it doesn’t matter what we tweet or facebook.

So where are you in relationship to expressing the new/old/radical idea of love?  Are you living in Kodak World, unable to change, afraid to truly live - your life on railtracks.  Or are you aiming for something different and maybe, something much more amazing.

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A Life Lived in Fear…

April22

Strictly Ballroom Image

 

 

 

 

 

 

I opened the arts and entertainment section of the Courier Mail on Easter weekend and there in all its Baz Luhrmann-esque glory was “Strictly Ballroom”. The Musical.  Which I’m sure given it’s larger than life characters, music and colour will be a big hit.  It put me in mind of the film which I have to say is one of my favourites.  I think twenty years ago when it was produced it really captured something of the unique storytelling voice coming from Australia.  At the heart of the film (and I imagine the musical) is the line that Fran’s character keeps returning to throughout – “a life lived in fear is a life half-lived.”  For Fran, so often overlooked and marginalised, by the flashier, louder, pretty girls of the ballroom dancing world it is a mantra of what is possible if only she has the courage.

And as we know, Fran has more depth and more character than the sequined minxs she mixes with – from the moment she tells Scott “I want to dance with you, I want to dance with you, your way at the Pan Pacifics”, you can see that here is a woman who has recognised his gifts and feels that she is a match for him.

So what has “Strictly Ballroom” have to tell us about Easter?

In the time following this amazing upside-down story, beginning with his arrest and swiftly followed by his execution, Jesus’s friends and family have lived through and participated in a story of unimaginable pain, betrayal and visceral horror.  There was nothing pleasant or polite about a crucifixion.  In the immediate days following his burial, these people retreated into safe places, locked rooms and grieved him privately, terrified that the authorities would hunt them down too and wondering no doubt, what on earth they should do next.  It is difficult for us to imagine how hard it is for them when accounts start to filter through that Jesus is no longer dead, but that he has been seen, his body somehow transformed, but still recognisably Jesus.  Yet, the new days dawn and he appears to them in different places, at different times and gradually, with his Resurrection, a new reality opens up for them.  Suddenly, his actions marked with such integrity and courage in every part, even to death on a cross are seen in the extraordinary light of his victory over the thing that makes us most afraid of living – dying.  At the same time, it is as if the puzzle pieces of his life, his teachings, his stories, his healings finally fit together for the disciples; and everything centres on his very singular vision of the energy that creates and transforms the world, that turns dead-ends and farewells, injustice and hatred on their heads: and this is energy is God and that God is Love.

It is in this Easter World that Peter is moved to say “I see now that God shows no partiality, but in every nation anyone who fears him and does what is right is acceptable to him.” (Acts 10: 34-35).  Until this point, the disciples really haven’t understood the big picture.  But now with growing certainty, they learn that a life lived in fear is a life half-lived.  The first letter of John observes “there is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out all fear…” (1 John 4:12); so it has been with Jesus – now they can see there is nothing he would not do for Love.  And if this is true of Jesus, then how much more true must this be of the God he called Daddy?

It is a moment of remarkable recognition for Peter: “I truly see now that God shows no partiality…” why is it that ever since this first Easter, we as a church have struggled to grasp this simple but central message?  Why is it that we so return to the default settings, latching on to the bits in the Bible that are about prohibitions and exclusions, failing to see as Peter did that it doesn’t matter who you are or what religious codes you have lived by, it doesn’t matter what gender, or what nationality, or orientation or age or whether you are rich or poor?  Why?  Because, we too, like the sparkly folk of Baz Luhrmann’s Ballroom World, get so caught up in the rules we lose our sense of the passion of the dance itself.  We opt to live in fear, fear of failure, fear of loss, or rejection or being left out or left behind, fear of loving too much, fear of living, fear of dying, because fear makes us find rules, and rules give us some sense of control.

Jesus shows us that abundant life requires courage from us, not fear.  Jesus shows us that we are to include those on the margins, those who are voiceless or persecuted, because God shows no partiality.  God shows no partiality, God does not discriminate; God does not invent the rules that strip away humanity from others – it is we who do that because we are afraid.  Jesus shows us that God loves and recognises all of his own, because God is Love.  What else should we expect of the God of the universe, but that the Love he gives is universal?  Anything less is not worthy of him.

So what are you going to choose?  Are you going to side with the sparkly people, and stay within the comfort zones, or will you dance with the compassionate heart of God, beyond the safe realm of our comfort zones, beyond fear, beyond all that limits our humanity, and will you love?

… A life lived in fear, is a life half-lived.

 

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JB and the Roller Coaster

March31

celebrity culture billboard

 

 

 

 

 

 

I think Justin Beiber is a on a roller-coaster to no place great at the moment.  I hope for his own sake he decides it’s time to get off soon.  I was catching up on my Celeb Goss (where else? doctor’s surgery) and noted with some interest that Justin had been spotted at some pool-side location in recent months chatting to a young woman who was sun-bathing.  Apparently (and you have to take some of the tittle-tattle with a grain of salt, I guess) the conversation wasn’t terribly sophisticated on his side… it was like, all yeah – like, you know, what up?  You look like a beached whale or something… and apparently onlookers were uncomfortable and horrified at his… (fill in the blank here) ________________ (GUBC – Grossly Untapped Brain Cellage would be my pick).  The underlying idea (and I use that word pretty loosely) in JB’s present thinking is “I can do what I like…”  He hasn’t even connected the part that includes “as long as I’m not hurting anyone else.”  The whole sentiment is a pretty disturbing way to run your life, but running life with just the first half?  Like – huh?

The thing is, later in the article, Justin defended his slide into self-indulgent Obnoxicity (think the point betweenToxicity and Obnoxious) by saying something like, it’s my life, and I’m on a journey and I make mistakes and grow from them.  Interesting.  The thing is he’s partly right, but at the same time all wrong.  Yes, it’s his life, yes, we all make mistakes and sommetimes go through the horros of being Toxic/Obnoxious, but you only grow positively from these times when you own up to the impact they have on the people you connect with.  Ideas that are critical here are things like: reflection, restoration, saying sorry, being sorry, being forgiven.  Otherwise you are just a like a derailed train, sloughing into everyone and everything around you and ultimately sliding to a screaming and destructive halt, some place off the line where you didn’t plan to be.  That’s not life.  It’s a train wreck.  That’s not any model of masculinity I want to see my boys emulate as they grow up, or see my daughter dating one day in the (far distant) future.

So, look at your own life.  Don’t kid yourself that unkind words, posts, tweets or selfish actions don’t really hurt the people around you.  Don’t look to Celebs to shape your life – you will never get the whole picture about them anyway, just the manufactured image that handlers and the PR Machines behind them want you to see, to sell their product, to make them wealthy.  And does wealth make them happy?  Well, JB’s spent time in the Slammer recently and (apparently) wasn’t desparately happy about it.  All I can see with that tatts and the shirt-free swagger is a lost little boy who doesn’t quite know how to grow and is grabbing on to all kinds of frail surface stuff.

In as far as it depends on you, live in harmony with all people.  That’s the fundamental message of Christianity: embrace restoration, forgiveness and with the grace of God, get out of the wreckage, and do it now.

 

 

 

 

 

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Perfection

March25

perfection

 

 

 

 

 

World Down Syndrome Day

March 21st is the date for appreciating diversity.  I didn’t realise until this week that along with Say No To Bullying Day and Harmony Day, it was also World Down Syndrome Day too.  We have come a long way with regards to our treatment and inclusion of people with disabilities, but we’ve still got a way to go.  This week we are going to look at the way in which our use of language and ideas can be one of the most disabling things about the way we treat others (and indeed ourselves).

The book I am reading at present has a chapter on Down Syndrome and the recurring theme echoing through the stories of parents confronted with this reality is the way in which society’s ideas about ‘perfection’ do not serve them.  A clip I watched recently talked bout a Dad struggling to come to terms with a diagnosis of Down Syndrome for his unborn daughter.  He strove for perfection himself, how could his daughter be less than perfect?  What within him had helped produce a “broken baby”?  This kind of thinking is not far from a very old idea about God punishing people for somethng they had done wrong by visiting disability or illness on their children.  Jesus radically overturned thinking like this where he found it.  His actions showed that God did not act in such capricious ways, and instead he reached out to restore people to community once more.

What is clear from my reading is in every case, the birth and lives of these precious children has taught the people around them that love is large, that ‘perfection’ is not simply about the absense of syndromes or disabilities, but that it is something very different.  A generation ago, people were encouraged to hide their children away as something less than perfect; now, thank God, times are changing.  Paralympian, model and public speaker Aimee Mullins observes that we need to revisit our definitions of disability.  T0 truly disable she says, is “to crush a spirit, to withdraw hope, to deflate curiosity, to promote an inability to see beauty, to deprive of imagination.  To make abject.”  She suggests the opposite state is ”to make poss-able.”

How often does our fixation on ‘the perfect family’ the ‘perfect child’, or ‘the perfect world’, disable our humanity?  If Faith shows us anything is that God doesn’t buy into those shallow ideals but is with those on the margins, and through love and compassion making all things poss-able.

 

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Inflating sultanas?

March21

Inflatable Grapes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Today is National Say No to Bullying Day, and of course Harmony Day too; these are all about tolerance, embracing diversity and being compassionate in word and action, in cyber-world and in Real Life.

Too often we let our fears, easy stereotypes and prejudice run the show, today is a day to remember that these things take away from our humanity, not add to it.

Really this little graphic someone sent me the other day says a lot… now you could look at this either way.  Are the three little blokes working hard to reverse the drying process of the humble sultana, or are they making sultanas?  I think it’s the former – returning dry, twizzled up fruit to full grape-ish freshness.  Watch your words, your posts, your twitters; be mindful that what you post.  Our Deputy Principal spoke today about the ways in which we need to think about our “digital tattoo” – footprint it seems is too gentle a term, too easily erased, not so the words and actions that come from fear, anger, intolerance, fuelled by rumour or gossip.

Harsh words dry us out, actions that exclude others can wither away at our sense of self.  Take time instead to build up community, character and esteem by taking responsibility for your words and actions.  Act with thought and care and compassion and you won’t go far wrong.

 

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West Moreton Anglican College is an Anglican co-educational day school located at Karrabin, on the western outskirts of Ispwich, Queensland.  The Chaplaincy Team at the College includes The Reverend Lizzie Gaitskell, the Chaplain and an Anglican Priest (pictured here under weird hat), and Ms Julie Williams, the Chaplaincy Support Officer.  WestMAC Chaplaincy is responsible for the weekly worship services at College, overseeing the social justice program and supporting pastoral care of students, staff and families.  Chaplaincy runs programs including the WestMAC-OKC Partnership, Justice Jam, Turbo Mentoring and our weekly kids club for Junior School, God Gang.  We also have a Sunday worship service held each week during term time at the entirely civilised time of 9.30am.

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