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Walk Till You Run

Every other morning, I would have been watching or listening to the news. Not this one. I was headed to a retreat about 45 minutes away from home. It was a beautiful fall morning. With the windows down, I dropped my wife off at school and headed out to the site.

The soundtrack I chose that morning was U2’s The Unforgettable Fire.

A Country Has Forever Changed.
This Man Has Forever Changed.
The Album Has Forever Changed.

Strange what can happen so quickly.

For the past five years, I choose this soundtrack to begin this day with. I am still struck by the strong lyrics and haunting melodies.

I find comfort in the music. Maybe you can too.

And you know it’s time to go
Through the sleet and driving snow
Across the fields of mourning
To a light that’s in the distance

And you hunger for the time
Time to heal, desire, time
And your earth moves beneath
Your own dream landscape

Oh, on borderland we run
I’ll be there, I’ll be there
A high road
A high road out from here

The city walls are all pulled down
The dust a smokescreen all around
See faces ploughed like fields
That once gave no resistance

And we live by the side of the road
On the side of a hill as the valley explodes
Dislocated, suffocated
The land grows weary of its own

Oh, on borderland we run and still we run
We run and don’t look back
I’ll be there, I’ll be there
Tonight, tonight

I’ll be there tonight
I’ll believe
I’ll be there so hold on
I’ll be there tonight
Tonight

The wind will crack in wintertime
This bomb-blast lightning waltz
No spoken words, just a scream

Tonight we’ll build a bridge across the sea and land
See the sky, the burning rain
She will die and live again
Tonight

And your heart beats so slow
Through the rain and fallen snow
Across the fields of mourning
To a light that’s in the distance

Oh, don’t sorrow,
No don’t weep for tonight, at last
I am coming home
I am coming home

A Sort of Homecoming
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The Unforgettable Fire

Rest In Peace Croc Hunter

FOOTAGE of Crocodile Hunter Steve Irwin being fatally gored by a stingray on the Great Barrier Reef has been handed to Queensland police as fans worldwide come to grips with the “freak” death.

Irwin, 44, was killed almost instantly when the stingray stabbed him in the heart with its poisonous 20cm barb as he snorkelled off Port Douglas, in north Queensland, yesterday morning.
His American-born wife, Terri, was trekking in Tasmania’s Cradle Mountain and Lake St Clair National Park when the news broke of her husband’s death and was last night being raced back to Queensland with her two children Bindi, 8, and Bob, 2.

“The footage shows him swimming in the water, the ray stopped and turned and that was it,” said boatowner Peter West, who viewed the footage afterwards.

“There was no blood in the water, it was not that obvious … something happened with this animal that made it rear and he was at the wrong position at the wrong time and if it hit him anywhere else we would not be talking about a fatality.”

Irwin was shooting a documentary on dangerous marine life, in shallow water at Bat Reef, about 32 nautical-miles offshore, at about 11am (AEST).

rwin was pulled from the water by a cameraman and a crewman, put on an inflatable tender and taken to a support boat about 500m away.

Crewmembers say he was barely conscious in the minutes after the sting, but died as his production team rushed him to his vessel, Croc One, and to a nearby island for emergency treatment.

A charter dive boat crew desperately tried to revive him on the beach, but were unsuccessful and he was pronounced dead shortly afterwards by Queensland Rescue Service officers, who had flown to the area by helicopter.

Irwin’s body was last night flown to Cairns for a post-mortem as police seized all available evidence and interviewed witnesses in order to prepare a report for the Coroner.

A coronial inquest is expected.

Producer, director and life-long friend John Stainton yesterday said Irwin did not provoke the stingray and was simply swimming above it when he was attacked.

“He came over the top of a stingray and the stingray barb went up and into his chest and into his heart,” producer Stainton said.

“It’s likely that he possibly died instantly when the barb hit him and I hope he felt no pain.

One of Irwin’s contemporaries, internationally known cameraman and spearfisherman Ben Cropp, was in his own boat off Port Douglas when Irwin was killed.

“I have just spoken to a cameraman friend who was there and has seen the footage,” Mr Cropp told The Australian last night.

“He was up in the shallow water, probably 1.5m to 2m deep, following a bull ray which was about a metre across the body – probably weighing about 100kg, and it had quite a large spine. The cameraman was filming in the water.”

Mr Cropp said the stingray was spooked and went into defensive mood.

“It probably felt threatened because Steve was alongside and there was the cameraman ahead, and it felt there was danger and it baulked.

“It stopped and went into a defensive mode and swung its tail with the spike.

“Steve unfortunately was in a bad position and copped it.

“I have had that happen to me, and I can visualise it – when a ray goes into defensive, you get out of the way.

“Steve was so close he could not get away, so if you can imagine it – being right beside the ray and it swinging its spine upwards from underneath Steve – and it hit him.

“I have seen that sort of reaction with rays – with their tail breaking the water, such is the force.”

Internationally renowned jellyfish sting expert Jamie Seymour was on board Irwin’s boat at the time.

Irwin had decided yesterday morning to shoot a segment of film on stingrays for a new television program that will be hosted by his daughter Bindi.

Surf Lifesavers national marine stinger adviser Lisa-Ann Gershwin said there had only been 17 fatal stingray attacks worldwide. “I think it’s just an extraordinary freak accident that has happened to his heart,” she said.

“A lot of people will be afraid by this, but they need to keep in mind that this was a freak accident, it was a terrible tragedy but it is not common.”

Dr Gershwin said stingray stings to the legs or arms were common and, while painful, were not normally considered dangerous. She said there were many different types of stingrays, with barbs on their tails up to 30cm long, and they poisoned victims with a range of toxins.

Mr West said the barb was like a “very rough knife” and while fatal stingray stings had been known to occur, filming and swimming alongside the animal was commonplace among marine filmmakers.

Mr Cropp said he was told that the strike was “close to the heart and Steve had a cardiac arrest”.

“At first they treated him as being wounded, but he didn’t survive unfortunately,” he said.

“The second boat in attendance raced in to give assistance and they radioed for help.

“They went into Low Isle and met the chopper which took Steve’s body out.”

In September 2004, Mr Cropp was attacked by a tiger shark on Bott Reef. “The rays in Australia and particularly in the north are not like those on the Cayman Islands, which are very quiet and allow people to ride on their backs,” he said.

“At this time of the year they are on the lookout for tiger sharks and are very frisky.

“They are not aggressive. In fact they are very timid, but they defend themselves by throwing their tail spine upwards, and there is a spike on the tip about 20cm long which they can use like a dagger.”

Back in college, I watched The Croc Hunter religiously. I loved Steve Irwin’s excited attitude about all things nature. I feel really bummed out and incredibly sadened for his family.

Rest in Peace Croc Hunter. Rest in peace.

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No Commentary Today, Just Read

A girl is to become Britain’s youngest mother after becoming pregnant at 11.

The girl smokes 20 cigarettes a day despite being eight months’ pregnant. She conceived aged 11 when she lost her virginity to a boy of 15 on a drunken night out with friends.

The 15-year-old has since been charged with rape by police, and is due to appear again at Edinburgh sheriff court on July 10.

Her 34-year-old mother, who gave birth to her youngest child eight months ago, said she was ‘proud’ of her daughter.

She will be 12 years and 8 months when she has the child next month. Jenny Teague, Britain’s youngest mother until now, was a month older when she gave birth in 1997.

The youngster, who lives near Edinburgh, says looking after her younger brothers has prepared her for motherhood.

But the girl admits she “panics and cries” when babies are unwell and does not feel able to bathe them.

The mother-to-be, who cannot be named for legal reasons, had unprotected sex with the teenage boy, who also cannot be identified, while drunk last August.

She told the Sun: “I didn’t think I’d get pregnant because it was my first time. But I’m really excited and looking forward to being a mum.

“I can’t wait to take the baby swimming and out for walks in the pram. I think I’ll be able to cope as I’ve had lots of practice looking after my brothers. I know how to feed a baby its bottle and I can change nappies. But I panic and cry if they’re sick and I don’t like giving them a bath because I’m a bit frightened. It’s good to know I’ll have my mum here to help me if I need her.”

Concerned she might be pregnant, the girl visited a GP three times but tests proved negative. She learned the truth after buying a home-testing kit from a supermarket.

After the device displayed two blue lines, indicating she was pregnant, she pleaded with a female relative to break the news to her mother. The girl, who has been suspended from her first year of secondary school for fighting, said: “I was paranoid about what my mum was going to say and just frightened about being pregnant too.

I knew straight away that I couldn’t have an abortion because that’s something I don’t believe in. I was upset and so was my mum, especially as she’d just had my wee brother. We had a big argument and I ended up locking myself in my room and running away to a friend’s. It was really hard but it’s brought me and my mum closer, which is good. I knew my mum would stand by me no matter what, but I told her straight away I was going to keep the baby. The social worker suggested I got rid of it but I’d never do that.”

The girl, who has shoulder-length dark hair, began smoking at nine and started drinking tonic wine and vodka cocktails at ten. She claimed her cigarette habit was not harming the health of her unborn child.

She said: “I can give up smoking at any time, but I don’t find it affects my pregnancy.”

The girl, whose parents split up several years ago, said she would like a baby boy – and may call him Leo.

She is currently being educated at a local community centre but knows she must return to school.

She told the Sun: “My mum has said she will look after the baby so I can go to school. I don’t know what I want to do with my life when I leave. I used to want to be a nursery nurse, but now I’m not so sure.”

Her mum said: “I’m not ashamed of my daughter at all – in fact, I’m proud of her for keeping the baby. I know she’s worried what other people will say but she can walk out there with her head held high. At first I wasn’t too happy about becoming a gran. But now I’m used to the idea. I’m really looking forward to having another baby in the house.”

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God’s Time

The second part of my triste on Starbucks and the Church is coming. Until then enjoy this little story.

When I was in third grade my favorite thing to do was ride my bike all over my school. The private school that I attended was built on an old college campus so there were ample sidewalks and hills for me to peddle up and down, over and around. Since my father worked at the school my sister and I had to stay on campus nearly everyday until he finished coaching. On days where the elementary dismissed early we would beg our dad to take our bikes up to school so we could have some fun while we waited on him. After class we would walk across campus to the high school parking lot, climb into the back of his truck, and grab our bikes. Often the first place I would head toward was the ECLC.

The Early Childhood Learning Center was built on the top of a good hill. A long, straight sidewalk jutted out of the back of the building down the hill. The sidewalk conected to the major walkway of the campus but if you kept going straight ahead you could fly down another small hill, streak across a small little field where we would play during recess, and barrel down yet another hill. It. was. AWESOME!

On this particular day I was ready to break a record. For my birthday I had recieved a new bike. This new bike was grey and had a great big red TURBO button. As you peddled you could hit this button and shoot into turbo mode. I was bound and determined that I was going to catch some righteous air that day. Nothing was going to get in my way.

I took off down the sidewalk. About halfway down I hit that red button. Turbo mode baby! Nothing was going to stop me. Not even my friend Curt who was standing at the bottom of the hill in the middle of the sidewalk.

To this day, Curt believes that I maliciously hit him on purpose. When he tells this story he likens me to the Witch as she hunted down poor, little Dorothy. Duh-dut-da-dut-da-duh-da-dat, Duh-dut-da-dut-da-duh-da-dat, Duh-dut-da-dut-da-duh-da-dat.

I swear. I didn’t see him and I couldn’t stop.

Curt ended up riding the front wheel of my bike down the remainder of the sidewalk, down the hill, across the field and down the other hill. It was a ride he will never forget. It was an event I will never forget.

To often in this life, we have our own ideas and agendas and we couldn’t care less about whether or not anyone around us gets hurt. Our wants and desires out weigh our concern for others. We want something, we want it now, and we are going for it.

Whenever I am reminded of this story I am reminded about our attitudes. Paul tells the Ephesians that their attitudes should mirror the attitude of Jesus Christ.

If you’ve gotten anything at all out of following Christ, if his love has made any difference in your life, if being in a community of the Spirit means anything to you, if you have a heart, if you care– then do me a favor: Agree with each other, love each other, be deep-spirited friends. Don’t push your way to the front; don’t sweet-talk your way to the top. Put yourself aside, and help others get ahead. Don’t be obsessed with getting your own advantage. Forget yourselves long enough to lend a helping hand.
Think of yourselves the way Christ Jesus thought of himself. He had equal status with God but didn’t think so much of himself that he had to cling to the advantages of that status no matter what. Not at all. When the time came, he set aside the privileges of deity and took on the status of a slave, became human! Having become human, he stayed human. It was an incredibly humbling process. He didn’t claim special privileges. Instead, he lived a selfless, obedient life and then died a selfless, obedient death–and the worst kind of death at that: a crucifixion.

Because of that obedience, God lifted him high and honored him far beyond anyone or anything, ever, so that all created beings in heaven and on earth–even those long ago dead and buried–will bow in worship before this Jesus Christ, and call out in praise that he is the Master of all, to the glorious honor of God the Father.

God cannot be honored when we are running each other to get what we want. Let’s slow down, look both ways, and begin to trust that God doesn’t need our help to get us where we need to be.

Vindicated

During the summer of 1999 I spent six weeks in Scotland doing mission work with a team from my college. We spent two weeks in Peterhead, two weeks in Buckee, and two weeks in Sterling. At each new city we would also trade housemates so that we could get to know someone within the group a little better. In Peterhead I roomed with a guy named Hank. It was such a blast. Hank was a few years older than me but we had a great time getting to know one another and we watched a ton of football (soccer) every night.

When week three came along we moved to Buckee and stayed at the home of one of the church elders. The home was on the shore of the North Sea and was surrounded by beautiful Scottish hills. The views were incredible! Instead of rooming with Hank, I had to sleep on an air mattress in the dining room by myself while my new housemates, two girls, got the bedrooms. Although there was no nightly football matches, we watched a lot of British comedies and drank hot tea as we watched the sun set on the open sea (Hank, I missed you man!).

The girls gave me the hardest time though. It was like having two sisters poking fun at me everyday for two weeks! Sometimes I didn’t deserve their deriding laughter. However, at other times I did.

While in Scotland, I had to learn a whole new vocabulary. Bacon was basically warm ham. Potato chips were crisps. I felt like I had to unlearn quite a few American phrases over the course of my six weeks there. Here is where the hilarity ensues.

At the beginning of week four I ran out of shampoo. So, because our mission leaders made us promise that we wouldn’t ride on the back of the elder’s motorcycle, the girls and I walked to the store so we could grab some snacks and I could buy some shampoo. I went directly to the body product aisle and bought what I thought was the best smelling shampoo that the market had to offer. We walked back to the house I immediately tried out my new purchase. A good lather and a great smell! The perfect shampoo! For the next few days and nights I was in heaven until I began to notice that my hair was a little rough. I chalked that up to the Scottish water though. That is until one night at dinner…

One of the girls, who was my good friend, sat down at the table to eat. She said, “Micheal, you left your soap in the W.C. I love how it smells! I almost used it!” I quickly told her that my soap is in my travel kit. “My shampoo is the bathroom, not my soap,” I said. She got up and went to shower. As she walked back to the table she held my shampoo in her hands. “No,” she said laughing, “Shower gel is soap, not shampoo. Everyone at the table began howling with laughter. I had been using soap for shampoo! That’s what was making my hair feel weird. That’s why it had such a great lather! I felt so foolish.

Well, not anymore.

Thanks to modern science, I will no longer be in danger of making that same mistake again! The creative geniuses over at Old Spice have created a hybrid Hair and Body Wash taking all the guesswork out of choosing between shower gel, soaps, and shampoos.

Is it soap? Is it shampoo? Yes!

I bought a bottle of it earlier this week and have been able to cut my shower time in half! So, in reality, I didn’t make a foolish mistake back in Scotland. I was just thinking outside the box and years ahead of the then current shower gel paradigm. They laughed at Galileo, Michelangelo, Columbus, and me. Not bad company to be in. Not bad company at all.

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