Luke 10

Woe to Unrepentant Cities

13 “Woe to you, Chorazin! Woe to you, Bethsaida! For if the mighty works done in you had been done in Tyre and Sidon, they would have repented long ago, sitting in sackcloth and ashes. 14 But it will be more bearable in the judgment for Tyre and Sidon than for you. 15 And you, Capernaum, will you be exalted to heaven? You shall be brought down to Hades.
16 “The one who hears you hears me, and the one who rejects you rejects me, and the one who rejects me rejects him who sent me.”

Today belief in God (even which one) is seen as a lifestyle choice and is really something that is dependant on the individual-- we live in a supposed age of choice!

However its a bit like;

Rejecting the existance of a parent and yet continuing to rely on the cheque that keeps you going at university.

or,

being wonderfully comfortable in the womb and yet rejecting the existance of the body that

encompasses you.

Yes, it is for us to make the choice, but how is it that we can reject the obvious?

Phil

I hate lawnmowers!

Is it just me or is there a movement among lawnmowers or even worse lawnmower manufacturers, to make the task more difficult. The thought that the hardware has taken on a life of its own and then recruiting their creators to work as agents for them is a nightmare, much more than I can handle.

This year after 18 years faithful service my old Flymo has died, given up the ghost. What a wonderful chance to spend some money on a machine, at last an excuse to go into B&Q to indulge oneself as well as a chance to look at all the other big boys toys. I had such great fun, I even made a choice, coughed up and enthuisiastically brought home my new lawn mower.

So there I was in the garden on a lovely warm afternoon with my acquisition and reallity sinks in, the acquisition is horrendous, it doesn't cut, it breaks the grass, it doesn't hover, you have to force it forward and then drag it back. What have I done, that hard worked for money has just been thrown away, and I have before me the prospect of a summer of hard graft. Oh dear how I miss the old flymo, OK it didn't collect the grass, but then the new one doesn't, often it falls out instead of efficiently collecting it.

How can a a piece of machinery get away with filling me with such dred, cutting the lawn isn't exactly my favourite occupation, but now I have visions of the back garden becoming a grassland until we move, and then the mower will be transferred to Broadstairs and its powers will be harnessed and with a bit of luck paralysed by the warm salty damp atmosphere--I definately have plans for that machine, its demise is definately on its way!

judgement is coming followed by lawn mower hell.

Phil

Starting again

Hi
It's me starting over again, it seems to be the story of my life. I try something and then within a few weeks I am trying to do exactly the same thing but in another way. You might say that is good, at least I am not frightened of change, but you might also think that I am a bit of a butterfly brain, and maybe that is right too. For myself, I am not sure which is the right one, however, that is how I am and you never know I may actually find my ultimate way of doing things.

Isn't this electronic blogging fun, I shall see how long I can keep it going.

My first blog would I am sure make my son Nicholas (picture) proud, no doubt if he were still alive this would have been old hat to him, but never the less his old dad is slowly getting into the elecronic maze.

Phil