Would You Trust Me With Your Children?

Have you seen the Hobart airport recently?



Well, now you have. It looks like a real airport now.

Here's a salad I made in Melbourne at my brothers' place. Baby spinach, cashews, feta, grape tomatoes, avocado and roasted pumpkin (plus chicken, if you wish). Add balsamic vinegar.


This is my cousin Phil (from England. Alex's little sister, for those who have met her) with said salad.


In Melbourne we played paintball. When a paintball hits you and doesn't splatter, it hurts like hell, and delivers these bruises:


I have a few more of these, but it would put us in a compromising situation if I showed you. Paintball "markers" (guns in PC) are classified as weapons, so we had to sign a waiver and were outfitted in starship trooper gear. I wouldn't want to wear it on a real battle field. Instead, a light weight Kevlar vest would do just fine. I don't know how the boys do it in fatigues.


I drew these for the Cornerpebbles to colour in. We did the story of the Garden of Eden.

"Where did evil come from?"

"I don't know the answer to that question."







Getting the theology right is tough and a huge responsibility, with fragile souls in our care. I need to pray for Cornerpebble more than I do.

Note the theology in the second drawing above. Adam looks on, failing to stop Eve from disobeying God, thus committing the first sin by not taking responsibility for his wife's actions.