human bits » sound bytes http://bits.8the.net digital connections Mon, 28 Nov 2011 01:13:53 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3 2006-2009 mike@humans.8the.net (human bits) mike@humans.8the.net (human bits) 1440 http://bits.8the.net/wp-content/files/bits-logo-144.jpg human bits http://bits.8the.net 144 144 digital connections human bits human bits mike@humans.8the.net no no Newcastle mini-muster http://bits.8the.net/2011/08/01/newcastle-mini-muster/ http://bits.8the.net/2011/08/01/newcastle-mini-muster/#comments Mon, 01 Aug 2011 13:54:21 +0000 mike http://bits.8the.net/?p=170 Last weekend I gave a talk about Christian Community in urban environments at ‘mini-muster‘. A topic like that could be mere talk-fest material except that it wasn’t – because it was happening in the context of community of people who genuinely want to be like Christ and have been working at that together for quite a long time. That it also happened in an urban environment was a bonus and especially nice for me, because Newcastle is one of those places that has been home to me several times over. In the past I would take friends with me from Newcastle to some other place for muster: this time it was the other way around.

Along the way to preparing for the talk I realised there was something I wanted to talk about a lot more than Christian community in urban environments. But in the end … well you’ll have to listen to find out more.

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]]> http://bits.8the.net/2011/08/01/newcastle-mini-muster/feed/ 0 1:16:33 Last weekend I gave a talk about Christian Community in urban environments at ‘mini-muster‘. A topic like that could be mere talk-fest material except that it wasn’t – because it was happening in the context of community of p[...] Last weekend I gave a talk about Christian Community in urban environments at ‘mini-muster‘. A topic like that could be mere talk-fest material except that it wasn’t – because it was happening in the context of community of people who genuinely want to be like Christ and have been working at that together for quite a long time. That it also happened in an urban environment was a bonus and especially nice for me, because Newcastle is one of those places that has been home to me several times over. In the past I would take friends with me from Newcastle to some other place for muster: this time it was the other way around. Along the way to preparing for the talk I realised there was something I wanted to talk about a lot more than Christian community in urban environments. But in the end … well you’ll have to listen to find out more. Download here. 101010 mike@humans.8the.net no no love is … a room full of razor blades http://bits.8the.net/2007/09/07/love-is-a-room-full-of-razor-blades/ http://bits.8the.net/2007/09/07/love-is-a-room-full-of-razor-blades/#comments Fri, 07 Sep 2007 05:57:42 +0000 mike http://bits.8the.net/2007/09/07/love-is-a-room-full-of-razor-blades/ If you’re wondering how that could possibly be both true and a good thing, think of Eustace Scrubb in Lewis’ “The Voyage of the Dawn Treader.”

love is loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong suffering.
love is not nice pictures of sunsets and flowers.
pretending that everything is OK is not love.
pretending to love is not love.
saying that you love is not love.
not loving is not love.
and everything else is bullshit.
and you know that is true!

I’d been thinking about these things this week – dealing with the consequences of not love (make of that what you will) – feeling the pain of love deal once more with the pain of not love – wondering how far this goes on. Three things remain, and one of them is love.

This then, is a sample from one of our lectures this week.
Lecture snippet “Spirituality of Christian Ministry” Cornerstone Community

]]> http://bits.8the.net/2007/09/07/love-is-a-room-full-of-razor-blades/feed/ 0 0:05:00 If you’re wondering how that could possibly be both true and a good thing, think of Eustace Scrubb in Lewis’ “The Voyage of the Dawn Treader.” love is loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong suffering. love is not nice pictures o[...] If you’re wondering how that could possibly be both true and a good thing, think of Eustace Scrubb in Lewis’ “The Voyage of the Dawn Treader.” love is loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong suffering. love is not nice pictures of sunsets and flowers. pretending that everything is OK is not love. pretending to love is not love. saying that you love is not love. not loving is not love. and everything else is bullshit. and you know that is true! I’d been thinking about these things this week – dealing with the consequences of not love (make of that what you will) – feeling the pain of love deal once more with the pain of not love – wondering how far this goes on. Three things remain, and one of them is love. This then, is a sample from one of our lectures this week. Lecture snippet “Spirituality of Christian Ministry” Cornerstone Community 101010 mike@humans.8the.net no no Whylandra Crossing ride http://bits.8the.net/2007/08/27/whylandra-crossing-ride/ http://bits.8the.net/2007/08/27/whylandra-crossing-ride/#comments Mon, 27 Aug 2007 10:03:14 +0000 mike http://bits.8the.net/2007/08/27/whylandra-crossing-ride/ Last Saturday wasn’t the first day of spring, but it felt like it. I put on my helmet and pumped up the tyres on my bike and took a ride out along the highway towards Narromine – not quite knowing where I was going. Riding on the highway with cars and trucks doing 110 km/hr isn’t that much fun, but before I knew it I was at Whylandra Crossing. I spent the next two or three hours exploring tracks, chatting, avoiding sheep, sitting by the river, listening. A beautiful day in a beautiful place.
Whylandra Crossing Ride

]]> http://bits.8the.net/2007/08/27/whylandra-crossing-ride/feed/ 0 0:06:20 Last Saturday wasn’t the first day of spring, but it felt like it. I put on my helmet and pumped up the tyres on my bike and took a ride out along the highway towards Narromine – not quite knowing where I was going. Riding on the highway[...] Last Saturday wasn’t the first day of spring, but it felt like it. I put on my helmet and pumped up the tyres on my bike and took a ride out along the highway towards Narromine – not quite knowing where I was going. Riding on the highway with cars and trucks doing 110 km/hr isn’t that much fun, but before I knew it I was at Whylandra Crossing. I spent the next two or three hours exploring tracks, chatting, avoiding sheep, sitting by the river, listening. A beautiful day in a beautiful place. Whylandra Crossing Ride pixels mike@humans.8the.net no no