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Date: 10 January 2006 10:19:05
I've been off on holidays. I have been doing nothing but swimming and walking and eating for two weeks. Which was a good thing since it was sooo hot for a week there. It's been a time of firsts. For the first time ever I put on weight over Christmas, eating left over Christmas food and fabulous desserts every night for a week. And for the first time I had a sit around and do nothing holiday. I thought it was going to be great. And it was...for a few days. Then I started to get bored. The best part of the holiday was going for a very _very_ windswept bush walk. I love wind.
I saw a couple of beach missions while I was away. Christians are so not cool. I was following them through the caravan park as they played guitars and drums, singing songs, and dancing like Hare Krishna's. There was a lot of cool looking people staying in the caravan park. None of them were at the beach mission. Neither was any of the ethnic diversity of the caravan park seen at the beach mission. And please, if you are ever calling for volunteers, to whom you are going to put shaving cream on their heads, put spit covered lollies on their face, and make them put on a frozen T-shirt, please tell people what they are volunteering for before you get them on stage. It's just rude, wrong and inconsiderate otherwise. And folks, same goes for practical jokes. Humiliation is just not funny.
I will put in here a positive little story from beach mission. I saw a little gathering of kids under the trees, making, talking, listening, Scripture Union banner fluttering, parents in folding chairs sitting around the edge having a good chat. It was really nice.
I'll leave you with this great quote which may explain, to the praise of God, the daggy Christian thing. I read in The Age A2 magazine from Dec 3. The page with the author's name is in the guinea pig cage.
"One day, in a far off improbable future, we may all want to unhitch our egos from other people's expectations. And what then? We'll leave fashion behind and with a sigh of relief climb out of our hiugh heels and push up bras and into some lumpy gardening clothes and old gumboots. Maybe we'll gaze up at the sky then and smile at all that we are under the skin...
(only to hear Trinny and Sooze creeping up behind: "Now really -- is that sexy?)"