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I've got a third degree burn on my wrist from going down the waterslide as fast as i possibly could. I won - 2.90 seconds. And now I've got this cool wrist bandage that Shaggy decorated with the words - 'Rad Dude'.

I'm also sitting next to a sticky pad for 'critters' at my feet. There are two rats on it. They are still alive. I would feel more sorry for them if they didn't stink.

Keep me updated with your lives fellers - how many more holiday days do you have left?

Benji

2 He grew up before him like a tender shoot,
and like a root out of dry ground.
He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him,
nothing in his appearance that we should desire him.

3 He was despised and rejected by men,
a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering.
Like one from whom men hide their faces
he was despised, and we esteemed him not.

4 Surely he took up our infirmities
and carried our sorrows,
yet we considered him stricken by God,
smitten by him, and afflicted.

5 But he was pierced for our transgressions,
he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was upon him,
and by his wounds we are healed.

6 We all, like sheep, have gone astray,
each of us has turned to his own way;
and the LORD has laid on him
the iniquity of us all.

7 He was oppressed and afflicted,
yet he did not open his mouth;
he was led like a lamb to the slaughter,
and as a sheep before her shearers is silent,
so he did not open his mouth.

8 By oppression [a] and judgment he was taken away.
And who can speak of his descendants?
For he was cut off from the land of the living;
for the transgression of my people he was stricken. [b]

9 He was assigned a grave with the wicked,
and with the rich in his death,
though he had done no violence,
nor was any deceit in his mouth.

10 Yet it was the LORD's will to crush him and cause him to suffer,
and though the LORD makes [c] his life a guilt offering,
he will see his offspring and prolong his days,
and the will of the LORD will prosper in his hand.

- Isaiah 53 (8th century BC)

Hi everyone. thanks for your emails and plane letters etc, i have read and appreciated each one. I am having a great time at camp, and hopefully i will be able to put some photos up when i buy a camera.

But I've had a really confusing week, because a friend of mine from Church was killed in a car accident last Sunday. He was quite involved with my church's youth group, but noone really knew if he had decided to be a Christian or not.

Life is uncertain. There is no guarrantee of tomorrow. And I know that 'HELL' is not a politically correct term, and will no doubt offend many people. But it is real.

So what about you? Will you shrug this post off like you have with anything else you have met that rubs you the wrong way? Or are you gonna do something about it?

"And everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved" - Acts 2:21

re:location

i am leaving this house i have lived in.

a castle, painted like a cottage. barricaded so carefully over the years; iron bars across the doors; wooden planks across the windows - never realising this home i've built will fight to keep me.

i am walking away from an empty house, across a paddock, toward the trees, into darkness. i am abandoning my only home and it is shrieking.

i am walking into oblivion to find safety. i am carrying with me only fear. my companion is not with me yet. i will meet him later when i become lost. and there will be two of him.

it is always dark when you leave. perhaps that is the only rule. but i walk on, seeing the sun in my dream. knowing the ocean is ahead of me. knowing that morning will come as my house fades behind me.

you are running towards me through a paddock;
a baby crying : a soldier running for his life
a child chasing a ball : a prisoner chasing freedom

my home : my suit of armour : my captivity : my self

(by eight - the band)

"By the power of grey skull..." 

The good ol' days