Laura and I got home last night after going to see Oliver Twist with Jess and Sam and came face to face with this rabbit.

“Why is there a rabbit in our drive way?”

So we got out, I worked out it must have hopped into our backyard so I closed the gate.

Dad came out armed with some lettuce and he and I spent the next 5 or 10 minutes chasing this stupid rabbit (obviously a pet one) around the yard.

It was eating at the food but got away from Dad. I managed eventually to grab it from behind and we returned it to our unknowning neighbours across the road. Their girls were very happy that Smoky had been returned to them.

Oliver Twist – gets about a 6-7 out of 10. It was good but not great. There was nothing much new bought to the story and there were several points where I was highly concious of it being well, on a set and with extras. The kid who played Oliver however was magnificent, and both Nancy and Bill were done fairly well. Glad I got in for free 😉 Got to love having a friend who works there.

I am now in the mood to read more Dickens and badly want to watch David Copperfield again (which is the best BBC or any adaption of a Dickens story ever if you ask me). If I’m not wrong, I think we have it taped and somewhere in the stash.

Went and got my eyes tested this morning. They are worse – I knew that, I should’ve also checked how much, I dare say I’ll find out. No new glasses for me however, I could have but I’m trying out contacts, and for the moment my old/now glasses can do me. I don’t have that much money to throw around. So I’ll find out how they go in a week or so. She also wants to do a (pupil?) dilation test on me due just as a ‘checkup thing’ because yeah, my eyes suck. Which means someone else has to take me whenever that is because your eyes are way too sensitive to light after they’ve had the drops put in them. Something like that anyway. Oh the joys of my genes and the abuse I inflict by sitting in front of this screen too long.

In which case…

*heading refers to a dumb song on the Watership Down cartoon which was also crap, however I VERY much liked the book when I was younger and it’s got a lot to do with Rabbits. I think it’s just about all about rabbits.
**the photo is of a rabbit we came across while down at the lake the other day.

There is smoke coming out of my neighbour’s chimney (this time the house isn’t on fire). It’s another cold Melbourne day. I think I might head down to the lake this afternoon again. Had one of those horrible dreams last night. I am curious as to why they generally involve tidal waves – perhaps it’s just something I’ll have to live with. Rarely the same situation but always waves and water, lots of water.

I woke up to two letters from Centrelink. They were quite literally the first thing I saw. My bed is right next to my door and so when I wake up and lean down to get my glasses or book or Bible or whatever if there has been something poked under the door – I tend to see it. One was nice and pointless the other was saying my Youth Allowance had been cancelled – again. The track record just keeps on getting better. I did mention to the CL lady last time that I’d ceased employment, but I guess that didn’t quite make it into the system. I spent the first moments rehearsing excuses in my head, contemplating the dream which got relatively more horrible than just a wave and genearlly being frustrated at a ‘nothing day’. Decided I’d better change things before I got out and read random bits of Hebrews. Got out of bed more cheerful.

The point of giving this blow by blow account of my getting out of bed is two fold – I’m waiting for a cake to finish cooking (yes you read correctly) and I remembered something from Christina’s sermon that I particularly liked. This also ties in to something I guess I learnt – or had emphasised on camp (and you can go read Paul’s account of camp if you like).

Camp Mum and Dad impressed me quite a bit when it came to discipline – they were willing to follow through on what they said, came down hard when necessary and when it would quite obviously not bide well for their popularity and not only managed to deal with and focus on the problem at hand, but provide strategies for future conflicts (as just one example). What to do instead if you feel xyz.

In the Matthew 6 sermon, Christina pointed out the ‘replacement’ for the DO NOT PANIC.

“But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.” – Matthew 6

It’s the alternative, the something to substitute, to fill the time or the gap that’s left. Erm, I guess like smokers often go the Nicabate patches – you can cut it cold turkey with cranberry, but it’s going to be more difficult.

The good for the bad. The better for the worse.

It’s a effective principle to to employ, I’m sort of pleased because I think I worked it out myself quite a while back. Haha. It’s dead obvious really, although often hard to live out.

I don’t think that God leaves us in the lurch at all when it comes to working out what alternatives are…

“Do not seek revenge or bear a grudge against one of your people, but love your neighbor as yourself. I am the LORD. ”- Leviticus 19:18

He shows us pretty clearly what the other option is. I don’t think they are of course all hypotheticals of the ‘replacement theory’. Working out what the ‘right way to live’ isn’t always the most black and white contrast.

How then to live?

The Samaritian woman at the well story, I like it immensely. From the Message version.

“But the time is coming—it has, in fact, come—when what you’re called will not matter and where you go to worship will not matter. It’s who you are and the way you live that count before God. Your worship must engage your spirit in the pursuit of truth. That’s the kind of people the Father is out looking for: those who are simply and honestly themselves before him in their worship. God is sheer being itself—Spirit. Those who worship him must do it out of their very being, their spirits, their true selves, in adoration.” – John 4:23-24

We definitely opt for the instinctive reaction to life. It’s easier. We’ll complain about what we don’t have before thinking about what we do have.

Worship, life infact is not a passive thing. There’s the engaging, the pursing – if you’re picking at the verses above. Who we are, who we are created to be (which is living up to what God can see already behind what we concieve as our many many faults) has been smudged fairly drastically in the upbringing of ourselves in a thoroughly stuffed up world and the impact of sin.

I do like this post Tom made in the thread ‘A Sinful Nature‘:

Psalm 51:5 (NIV) wrote:

Surely I was sinful at birth, sinful from the time my mother conceived me.

Do I get a prize?

Seriously though the ‘official’ Christian theology states that as descendents of Adam and Eve (who sinned), we ‘inherit’ their sinfulness.

Romans 5:12-14 (NIV) wrote:

Therefore, just as sin entered the world through one man, and death through sin, and in this way death came to all men, because all sinned — for before the law was given, sin was in the world. But sin is not taken into account when there is no law. Nevertheless, death reigned from the time of Adam to the time of Moses, even over those who did not sin by breaking a command, as did Adam, who was a pattern of the one to come.

When we accept Jesus, though, the bloodline that connects us to original sin (ie, that makes us sinful) is broken, and replaced with a direct bloodline to Jesus, who is NOT sinful. Our inherent sinfulness that we got from Adam is replaced by an inherent righteousness that we get from Jesus.

*sigh* But, we still live in a corrupted world and as such we are constantly faced with temptations. Even though we don’t have INHERENT sinfulness, we still SIN. Luckily, though, the fact that we’ve accepted Jesus also means that we receive God’s forgiveness and restoration.

I was pleasantly surprised when I recalled the post – went and found it and discovered the actual use of the word ‘replaced’.

Seems that there’s a bit of replacing going on.

The righteousness we get from Jesus? Righteous living? It ties back in nicely with the Matthew 6 verse. The Sunday School, “Seek ye first the Kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added unto you…. Halelluhallelujah!”

I guess it comes down very much to this. I can use what I’ve dubbed the ‘replacement theory’ when it’s practical – but when it comes to really living, “Your heavenly Father already knows all your needs, and he will give you all you need from day to day if you live for him and make the Kingdom of God your primary concern.” It’s about what God did and living like we know it.

And now I’ve got that stuck in your head – or at least that annoying song. I’ll go of wondering if my post was trying to get at two different things.

It’s nice to have those days where you sleep in late, spend the rest with friends, feel good because you got some exercise (and believe me I’m never too intentional about it, not now the dog’s gone) and manage to feel like you’ve been somewhat productive.

Had a good old holiday scrambled eggs breakfast – the kind of breakfast I bother with when I have time up my pyjama sleeves. I love wandering around the house with good music on and a cup of tea.

Sam called after her exam, about an hour after I’d been awake (shows how late I slept). I had some ‘erands’ to do so she decided to come along, I was more than happy to have her.

To Medicare, to get a form and finally get my name taken off the family card and onto my own – should’ve done it about five years ago.

I went somewhat hopefully to the optomitrist to see if they could fit me in. No such luck. So I shall have to wait until Wednesday morning. I haven’t had my eyes checked for about two and a half years. It’s a bit of a pain really, because I’m fairly sure they’re a bit worse. I do and don’t like getting new glasses. Picking frames or what is a minorly petrifying thing as you know you’ll be stuck with them for the next few years. You always always need someone else with reliable taste with you. That saying, I shall be seeing if my eyes are suitable for contacts because I’ve been meaning to do that since the last time. I would like the change, although I’m going to hate the people noticing thing. Comments, even if favourable do start getting painful when people go, “Oh wow you look so different etc…” – This will be my 5th pair of glasses if I’m not wrong. I first started wearing them when I was ten. I blame my Dad entirely for the dodgy genes. Fare ye well several hundred dollars also…

Sam and I crept into the changing rooms at Target and had a very funny time trying on some dresses. (Here’s where I admit I actually liked some of them although don’t think I’d be brave enough to ever wear one). The rest of them were fairly hideous.

We came back past the lake. Walked around, took a few photos. A beautiful day.

Jess and Luskie (Mark) picked Sam and I up a bit later than originally intended and eventually found Kat’s house. Elyce was already there. Kat’s house is amazing. I love it! I’ve always wanted a red room and done a bit the way her mum had theirs. A few things different maybe, but on general principle – well! Kat’s bunglow… that was something else again! I don’t get envious too easily but I was bordering on it. Taste, ahh good taste.

We left Sam and Elyce there and drove to Monbulk to get pizza – not open. So on to Belgrave. Kat and I got a couple of movies, “Keeping Mum” and some other indie something or other (which we didn’t end up watching).

Made it into about 40mins of the movie – bizzarre black comedy. Some which I didn’t like, actually a lot of the movie I didn’t like, but there was enough in there that was well and truly whacked out for me to appreciate. I don’t mind black comedy generally but there were a few too many sexual jokes etc in there – which is the one of the few kinds of humor (including really dumb blonde jokes) that I just don’t find funny.

Jess H arrived, followed closely by Dan. We made more tea, ate more chocolate and pizza and tim-tams etc… then went and finished the movie.

Very enjoyable evening, skimming over Jess W and Sam’s beautifully snide remarks at my wearing of a red jumper/top and something to do with passion…. which confused both Luskie and Jess H (me too, trying to work out where they pulled it from)- who assumed that I am now going out with someone.

To clear that one up: I’m not.

Oh yeah, ever looking for buttons to push? That’s the big one, right there in the middle.

Red jumpers, blue skies and all. I guess it really was quite a good day.

I’ve had a flippin horrible time working out where to start this.

This morning Christina happened to be visiting and preaching. It was great! Best sermon I’ve heard in quite a while. I am a big fan of when the person speaking takes a text and gives it a good going over – rather than inserting the text when it justifies their own thinking or general knowledge. I am of course to blame for doing that all the time, but there’s too much we miss otherwise.

Anyway.
Matthew 6:25-34
Most basic overview I can give is: Don’t Worry

And this post really isn’t working for me…

Basically it was freakishly relevant to some things I’ve been considering in regards to the future and the conversation I accidently bought up over the dinner table last night (about maybe not finishing my current uni course).

Her mention of flower’s being futile and really only beautiful had me laughing in my head about a point in the book The Little Prince.

“I ought not to have listened to her,” he confided to me one day. “One never ought to listen to the flowers. One should simply look at them and breathe their fragrance. Mine perfumed all my planet. But I did not know how to take pleasure in all her grace…
The fact is that I did not know how to understand anything! I ought to have judged by deeds and not by words. She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her . . . I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little strategems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her . . .”

and mentioning that really served no purpose at all.

It was a good sermon. Good and relevant too. Thanks Christina!

Wow now this is quirky. Strange. No, just weird:

Little Brown Dress