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7 Biblical Truths You Won't Hear in Church: But Might Change Your Life
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David A. Rich
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Against All Odds: My Story
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Chuck Norris, Ken Abraham
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Bible Study Made Easy
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Mark Water
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Billy
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Pamela Stephenson
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Bravemouth: Living with Billy Connolly
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Pamela Stephenson
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Contemplative Youth Ministry: Practicing the Presence of Jesus
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Mark Yaconelli
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Drama Ministry
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Steve Pederson
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Dude, Where's My Country?
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Michael Moore
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Every Young Man's Battle Guide: Weapons for the War Against Sexual Temptation
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Stephen Arterburn, Fred Stoeker
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Every Young Man's Battle: Strategies for Victory in the Real World of Sexual Temptation
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Stephen Arterburn, Fred Stoeker, Mike Yorkey
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Face Down
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Matt Redman
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Freemasonry Invisible Cult
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HARRIS JACK
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Fruit That Will Last
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Tim Hawkins
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How to Live Like a King's Kid: Rollicking and Incisive...the Reflections and Recollections of an Engineerings Executive
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Harold Hill, Irene Harrell
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I Peed On Fellini
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David Stratton
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In His Steps: What Would Jesus Do?
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Charles M. Sheldon
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Leaders Who Will Last: How to Become the Effective Youth Leader That God Really Wants
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Tim Hawkins
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Master Plan of Evangelism, The
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Robert E. Coleman
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Not Quite Straight
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Jeffrey Smart
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One Hundred Years Of Solitude
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Gabriel Garcia Marquez
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Provocative Faith: Walking Away from Ordinary
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Matthew Paul Turner
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Questions of Life
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Nicky Gumbel
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Spiritual Leadership: Principles of Excellence for Every Believer
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J.Oswald Sanders
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Stupid White Men: ...And Other Sorry Excuses for the State of the Nation!
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Michael Moore
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The Arts in Your Church: A Practical Guide
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Fiona Bond
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The Barbarian Way: Unleash the Untamed Faith Within
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Erwin Raphael McManus
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The Case for Christ-Youth Edition: A Journalist's Personal Investigation of the Evidence for Jesus
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Lee Strobel
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The Christian Culture Survival Guide: The Misadventures of an Outsider on the Inside
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Matthew Paul Turner
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The Father Heart of God: Experiencing the Depths of His Love for You
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Floyd McClung
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The Purpose-Driven Life: What on Earth Am I Here For?
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Rick Warren
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The Way of the Wild Heart Manual: A Personal Map for Your Masculine Journey
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John Eldredge
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Through Gates of Splendour: The Five Missionary Martyrs of Ecuador
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Elisabeth Elliot
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Tolkien's Ordinary Virtues : Exploring the Spiritual Themes of the Lord of the Rings
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Mark Eddy Smith
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Visions & Voyages: The Story of Celtic Spirituality
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Fay Sampson
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What You Didn't Learn from Your Parents About Christianity: A Guide to a Spirited Subject
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Matthew Paul Turner
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Saturday, June 23, 2012
Books for sale
So I've decided to have a bit of a book clean out, if you want any of the below books please let me know with offers of money.
Saturday, June 16, 2012
King of beers?
I was thinking about beer the other day, more so about what the brand of beer one chooses to drink says about the drinker.
I drink a lot of european and beers from microbreweries. from this, one can deduce that I am some kind of pretentious hipster twat which of course has some truth in it for if you were to walk into the room at this very moment, you would notice that I am wearing rather tight jeans which is the mark of a hipster.
boutique beers and tight jeans does not a hipster make. I wear tight jeans because i have great legs for it. a fact that i have been told on numerous occasions and if this be the case, why not flaunt it and why not flaunt it in a brunswick street pub drinking German beer.
I drink different beers to experience a wide range of flavours, from the German weissbier to an English Lager. I drink microbrewery beer out of respect for the brewing process. I drink my Dad's homebrew because he offers it to me and I'm to polite to refuse.
My brother in law drinks Budweiser which has been liked by some as making love in a canoe, (I shan't elaborate on this to its proper extent, what is implied is that the beer is "fornicating close to water) he almost exclusively this american variety. I don't mean to judge him based on his choice of brew however I wish to make not of the advertising slogan of the aforesaid beer.
Budweiser markets itself as "the king of beers." I find this odd. To think that the most popular beer in the worlds foremost republic would market itself as "king" seem sat odds with the US system of government. Budweiser should be calling itself "the president of beers," but then I realised, for a beer to be president, someone has to vote for said president which rather a lot of hassle. there i the whole election thing which could result in Budweiser having to change its marketing every four years.
based on this, I can see why they went with the king option. they could simply declare it "king" and no one could refute it.
I am looking forward too the day when another beer rises up and declares itself king, there would be a brewing war of the roses. two giants of brewing go up against each other only to have a small micro brewery ride in from afar and usurp the crown creating a mighty kingdom of hipsters in the process.
I drink a lot of european and beers from microbreweries. from this, one can deduce that I am some kind of pretentious hipster twat which of course has some truth in it for if you were to walk into the room at this very moment, you would notice that I am wearing rather tight jeans which is the mark of a hipster.
boutique beers and tight jeans does not a hipster make. I wear tight jeans because i have great legs for it. a fact that i have been told on numerous occasions and if this be the case, why not flaunt it and why not flaunt it in a brunswick street pub drinking German beer.
I drink different beers to experience a wide range of flavours, from the German weissbier to an English Lager. I drink microbrewery beer out of respect for the brewing process. I drink my Dad's homebrew because he offers it to me and I'm to polite to refuse.
My brother in law drinks Budweiser which has been liked by some as making love in a canoe, (I shan't elaborate on this to its proper extent, what is implied is that the beer is "fornicating close to water) he almost exclusively this american variety. I don't mean to judge him based on his choice of brew however I wish to make not of the advertising slogan of the aforesaid beer.
Budweiser markets itself as "the king of beers." I find this odd. To think that the most popular beer in the worlds foremost republic would market itself as "king" seem sat odds with the US system of government. Budweiser should be calling itself "the president of beers," but then I realised, for a beer to be president, someone has to vote for said president which rather a lot of hassle. there i the whole election thing which could result in Budweiser having to change its marketing every four years.
based on this, I can see why they went with the king option. they could simply declare it "king" and no one could refute it.
I am looking forward too the day when another beer rises up and declares itself king, there would be a brewing war of the roses. two giants of brewing go up against each other only to have a small micro brewery ride in from afar and usurp the crown creating a mighty kingdom of hipsters in the process.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Sock puppet theatre
Ladies and Gentlemen,
below is an example of what happens when one is studying a course in how to make television and one needs to create content. Sock puppets; i have found are endlessly engaging and actually are quite amusing. below is what happens when a couple of nerds combine a couple of old socks to lovingly recreate pivotal scenes from famous movies.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Story from the old blog: The Notebook (not the film)
Story from the old blog: The Notebook (not the film)
I’d often write things down on little bits of paper, ideas mostly. Things that I would one day type of my computer to share with the wider world.The trouble with doing this is that I would invariably loose the little scraps of paper on which I wrote upon. I would be the back of an envelope or the back of some printed document the I would most likely never read again.
I would hope that theses scraps of paper with the golden words written thereon would be recycled and perhaps turned into something useful. A pizza box for example though I would disgust me greatly if it were a pizza box for La Porchetta as I loath both their pizza and their restaurant however I shouldn't be too hard of the pizzas, it was after all the gnocchi that gave me the food Poisoning.
In counter the lost paper scraps, i bought a series of notebooks. i have boxes of notebooks brimming with skit ideas, scripts and other random musings. it was quite hard to find the right notebook, on that was the right size with the right spacing between lines as well as the right leaf thickness. Too thin and the writing on the other side of the leaf would show Through, too think and it was less of a problem than to thin but the pages would be just too cardboard like.
After years of different notebooks form a humble exercise book to a cloth bound hard cover A4 tome, I found my baby bear book; it was just right. A little black mole skein book unlined and bound in black leather. It may not have had vellum pages though at least an animal was sacrificed to the god of writing to encase the whitish yellow pages.
Now that I had the ultimate notebook, I needed the ultimate pen. No cheap stick would suffice. My top drawer was filled with pens that were no match for my moleskin and superior intellect. I had tried fine liners, gel pens, kilometricos (of which I only got half a kilometre out of, poor milage) I'd even considered a quill and ink.
Surely there must be a happy medium. There was. I found my ultimate pen to match my ultimate notebook, in the form of a fountain pen. The variety of pen that many of the great novels had been written with and various treaties signed with. The cursive script from this pen looked amazing in my notebook.
Now I had all of my words in one place and depository of in that I could share with the wider world. Only I didn't. ‘ write in my note book and forget about it, which is why I'm now typing this on my computer, for its easier to copy and paste from a document than a notebook.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
I'm never shopping here again
This is a word to all of the people who actually think that minions who work at national or multinational retailer actually give a fat rats clacker when you say, "I'm never shopping here again."
For us, it's not a negative thing, it is the polar opposite. If you never shop here again, we never have to deal with you again.
A couple of points as to why we don't care.
1. We get paid regardless of whether you shop here or not. Luckily for me I am paid by the hour, you, dear customer just happen to be passing though one of the many hours that I get paid for. I don't care if it is you or someone else, I still get paid.
2. I am at work because I get paid to be at work I have no vested financial interest at all in the products. Actually this is similar to the previous point., though regardless if I'm selling coffee or machines for counting hubcaps on a freeway, I don't own the business.
I am a contracted employee, who legally has to be paid for their time.
3. I actually want to help you. I want to give you the best service you can get and I will do that to the best of my ability however I am bound by certain rules and guidelines set out by my employer.
If these do not match up with your unreasonable expectations I will trying my best to find a mutually agreeable solution. If you decide to go down the whole "I'm never shopping here again" tanti, I suggest you grow up. Sometimes in life you don't get what you want. Suck it up. Life is not about you and the customer is not always right.
When a customer does this in front of their children what example is it setting?
Its the same as the classic temper tantrums of a two year old when they want something that the parents are big going to give them. They think in their young minds that if they yell and scream that they will get what they want. Parents will say no to teach them that life is not about getting what you want all the time. Which is quite reasonable as life is not always fair.
Unfortunately this lesson is forgotten in a consumerist society in which "consumer rights" is bandied around like a capitalist magna carta. The truth is that the customer didn't get what they want and will piss and moan until they get it Claiming that it is "not fair."
Life is not fair. Deal with it.
Let's make a deal dear customer. I see myself as an upright man. A man of my word. If I say I will do something then I will do it.
If you decide to use the, "I'm not shopping here again" line, I will hold you to it and do what I can to make sure you are honest in your statement.
For us, it's not a negative thing, it is the polar opposite. If you never shop here again, we never have to deal with you again.
A couple of points as to why we don't care.
1. We get paid regardless of whether you shop here or not. Luckily for me I am paid by the hour, you, dear customer just happen to be passing though one of the many hours that I get paid for. I don't care if it is you or someone else, I still get paid.
2. I am at work because I get paid to be at work I have no vested financial interest at all in the products. Actually this is similar to the previous point., though regardless if I'm selling coffee or machines for counting hubcaps on a freeway, I don't own the business.
I am a contracted employee, who legally has to be paid for their time.
3. I actually want to help you. I want to give you the best service you can get and I will do that to the best of my ability however I am bound by certain rules and guidelines set out by my employer.
If these do not match up with your unreasonable expectations I will trying my best to find a mutually agreeable solution. If you decide to go down the whole "I'm never shopping here again" tanti, I suggest you grow up. Sometimes in life you don't get what you want. Suck it up. Life is not about you and the customer is not always right.
When a customer does this in front of their children what example is it setting?
Its the same as the classic temper tantrums of a two year old when they want something that the parents are big going to give them. They think in their young minds that if they yell and scream that they will get what they want. Parents will say no to teach them that life is not about getting what you want all the time. Which is quite reasonable as life is not always fair.
Unfortunately this lesson is forgotten in a consumerist society in which "consumer rights" is bandied around like a capitalist magna carta. The truth is that the customer didn't get what they want and will piss and moan until they get it Claiming that it is "not fair."
Life is not fair. Deal with it.
Let's make a deal dear customer. I see myself as an upright man. A man of my word. If I say I will do something then I will do it.
If you decide to use the, "I'm not shopping here again" line, I will hold you to it and do what I can to make sure you are honest in your statement.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Driver
This is a short piece that I wrote in a creative writing class. enjoy.
Driver
Driver
“You can drive,” said Tom as he threw the keys to Mike
“No, you can drive” responded Mike, throwing them back
“Are you sure? i always drive and i think its about your turn.”
Mike stood still in the car park next to the passenger side door waiting for Tom to unlock the car.
“its easier if you drive, its already late and i’m not used to driving your car.”
“You’re not used to driving any car,” retorted Tom.
Mike stared at Tom in stony faced silence.
“C’mon,” continued Tom, “Its an auto, its easy to drive. Driving is like riding a bike. you never forget. What has it been? two years?”
“three,” answered Mike Curtly.
“Why wont you drive Mike?”
“Its Too Dark”
“Dark!” Tom looked at Mike mockingly. “Have you seen the headlights on this baby? Blue LED’s. they turn night into day.”
“Your car doesn’t have passenger airbags.”
“So?”
“I don’t want to kill you!” yelled Mike in a panic.
“OK,” reassured Tom, “I’ll Drive again.”
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Dr Xavier Parkinson presents the long lost psalm to a bemused congregation.
Here is a skit that i performed a while ago at church, it tell the tale of the one archeologists finding of a long lost biblical scroll containing a long forgotten psalm. i also performed this skit at the black stump festival in 2008. enjoy
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