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   Nov 02

Fast Five: Things We Love

Five of the things we love here in Dublin are…

1. The People. We have made some great friends and have been blessed by the people God has put in our lives – both Irish natives and people from all over this planet now living in Dublin (from England, Brazil, Switzerland, China, South Africa, Romania, Poland, Nigeria and even Australia!)

2. Autumn. And I mean a real autumn where the leaves actually do turn brilliant shades of yellow, orange and red. We are even looking forward to winter – especially if it snows. Snow isn’t really a regular occurrence in Dublin, but the last two years have seen this change with record-breaking cold snaps. We may be among the only people in Ireland hoping this year will be the third cold winter in a row!

3. The Parks. There are two beautiful parks right near our house (Marlay Park and St Enda’s Park), plus there is the enormous Phoenix Park, which is home to a massive population of deer as well as Dublin’s zoo. Most of the parks have a sense of history that you just don’t get in Australia.

4. The Mountains. We are just a short drive from the Wicklow Mountains that lie to the south of Dublin – and they are beautiful. It’s nice that you can see the countryside from virtually anywhere in Dublin – even the city centre. The boys love seeing the sheep, cows, horses and even the odd deer.

5. The Pubs. Our favourite so far is The Merry Ploughboy – lots of character, good food (love the seafood chowder), both Guinness and Bulmers on tap and quite family-friendly too. It’s great to sit by the open fire, drinking a pint and eating some yummy hot food.

There’s a whole bunch of other things we love too – but this is the fast five that came to mind.

God is good. All of the time.


   Aug 24

Fast Five: Things We Miss

Five of the things we miss are…

1. Family and friends. Jai turned one on Sunday. It was a good day – skype calls to Australia, lunch with some of our new Irish friends and family, and the boys loved playing with all the new toys that arrived in the post. But it reminded us that our Aussie family and friends couldn’t be here.

2. A real summer. Ireland has had only one day over 25 degrees this summer, and it was BEFORE we got here! This article declares it to be Ireland’s worst summer in 50 years! The weather hasn’t been aweful – lots of opportunities to enjoy the outdoors, but it would be nice to have a proper hot day every now and then. We certainly didn’t bring the weather with us!

3. Beef. Ireland is more “oink oink” than “moo moo” – and the quality of the pork sausages has won us over somewhat. But it would be nice if we didn’t have to go hunting to find beef sausages!

4. Thai food. I think the Thai food in Australia is the best in the world (and I’ve been to Thailand!) – Thai migrants, fresh/quality produce and OK prices. We’ve found somewhere nearby that is edible, but it’s just not the same. The Pad Thai tasted more like Pad See Ew, and it cost alot more than in Oz.

5. Aussie TV. I won’t argue that Aussie TV is the best in the world! It’s rubbish. But it is the rubbish we are used to! We hardly got to watch any of le Tour de France (and Cadel’s awesome victory) – and it’s just not the same when forced to watch it at a decent hour! Brooke is also mourning the fact that Packed to the Rafters is back on and we will miss it!

I would have added coffee to this list, but the combination of an aeropress at home and good beans delivered from the UK has meant we can have a good coffee at home now.


   Aug 08

Our Irish Home

When we arrived in Dublin, we were shown generous hospitality by our amazing friend who let us stay in her place (in the fancy schmancy ”Dublin 4″ area, no less!). But it was still nice to find a place we can call home.

Besides the need for it to be south of the river Liffey (Church is on the south side), we had no specific location in mind. This meant I (Dave) spent a bit of time trekking all over town trying to find the right house – a great help in getting a feel for Dublin and piecing together where everything is.

We found a place that looked good after a few days of looking, and signed a 12 month lease the next day – which was back on the 1st of July. So let me now show you our Irish home.

Firstly, here is its location and proximity to the city and Church. It’s inside the ring road, and near lots of great parks (the best of which is Marlay Park, which is Dublin’s second largest and is absolutely perfect for wasting a Saturday afternoon with the boys – and it’s only 5 minutes away!). I have timed how long it takes to get to church: 10 minutes drive or 18 minutes bike ride (for me – Cadel Evans may do it slightly faster!). There are regular buses into the city too.

Location

Now, let me show you what the house looks like. Here is the outside (with our new car in the driveway – a Kia Carens which has 7 seats so is perfect for when visitors come from Australia). All the houses in our street look virtually identical, and all the streets in our estate have virtually identical names – Llewellyn Lawn, Llewellyn Way, Lewellyn Grove… you get the idea. Very confusing!

House Front and Car

Here is our lounge room. The place came furnished, but it was pretty sparse so we had to do a few trips to Ikea and Argos to buy some more furniture. And yes, that is a fireplace. We’re looking forward to sitting in front of it with a hot chocolate when winter comes.

Lounge 2

Here’s the kitchen and dining room. Irish kitchens often double up as laundries too, with the washing machine being under the bench along with a small fridge and freezer.

Kitchen

Dining Room

And now upstairs. Our bedroom is at the front of the house, which looks out onto a large green across the road. We have set up an office in the corner of our room, which saves having to go into the church when preparing Bible studies and talks – though we’re still waiting for all our books to arrive by sea freight.

Master Bedroom

Office

The boys share a room, so we’re very happy with the size of it- second bedrooms are often quite small in Dublin.

Boys' Room

The third room is tiny, only just fitting the double bed and small wardobe in – but it should get good use as family and friends come to visit us. We’ve already got two confirmed arrivals and can’t wait to hang out and show off Dublin to them!

Guest Room

We’ve been told the bathroom is “very Australian”, with Irish bathrooms often having no tiles on the walls (or even the floors), so we did well there too.

Bath/shower

And finally, the backyard. It was empty when we arrived, but we have since put in a small shed for the bikes, a picnic table, compost bin, herb and vegie patch and a few other plants. The latest addition, though not pictured here, is a small chicken coop with two chooks. No eggs yet, but the plan is that they will give us a regular supply of fresh eggs. If they don’t start laying soon, I’ll have to show them an axe and remind them that they could serve another purpose if they don’t want to supply us with eggs! The big green tank holds oil for the central heating, and the the little room next to it is not an outdoor dunny – it holds the boiler for the heating.

Backyard 1

Backyard 2

We are very mindful of God’s provision in all of this – the house-hunting went so smoothly and we are already feeling at home. We are thankful to those who are giving generously and praying regularly. Please continue to pray – that we would use this house for God’s glory, growing in our love for him as a family and opening our doors to others so we can use hospitality as a way of furthering his kingdom.

Love lots,

Brooke, Dave & the boys


   Jul 26

It’s time for this Blog to fulfil its purpose!

When we first started this blog, it was with a particular purpose in mind… to keep family and friends abreast of what we’ve been up to in Ireland. There has been a long wait to actually get to Ireland, which meant a long wait for this blog to fulfil its purpose – but that time has now come! For those living under a rock, let me update you… we are now living and ministering in Dublin, Ireland.

While we’re doing some updating, I should also dedicate some blog space to Jai. Again, if you live under a rock and only know what’s happening in our lives via this blog, you will have noticed that one of my previous posts mentioned that Brooke was pregnant again.

I can happily report that the pregnancy was a normal 9 month duration (not 20 months!), and so Jai Daniel Wilson was born on 21st August 2010 and is now 11 months old.

He is very different to Cadel in lots of ways – their hair styles couldn’t be more different for one, with Jai having thin, straight blonde hair while Cadel’s has turned into a mop of dark, thick, crazy curls. They also have very different personalities – yet they love each other lots and enjoy sharing a laugh already. It’s a joy watching the two of them play (but also a countdown to see which one will make the other cry!)

I will post again with some photos of our new home and some Irish musings, but let me first give a bit more time to Jai by way of some photos of him:

Meeting Mummy

Snug as a bug

Smiles

Advent Calendar

Enchanting Eyes

Hold on

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   Aug 18

Religion doesn’t change the heart

I’ve been doing lots of teaching at a school in an area with a large Muslim population lately. Living and growing up in the very mono-cultural Sutherland Shire has meant I have spent very little time with Muslim people, so it has been great getting to know some of the students and gaining insight into their worldview.

As I teach, I’m also able to observe the students (alright, listen in on coversations!). One thing that has struck me is how little difference wearing the hijab (Islamic head scarf) makes. These girls are constantly reaching for their mirrors and make-up compacts. They still judge each other as either beautiful or ugly based on looks. They are just like any other teenage girl. Their moddest headdress does not give them a moddest heart.

Right now we are a week into Ramadan – the holy month in which Muslims fast during daylight hours – and I can’t believe how often the Muslim students talk about food. They are always salivating over the great feast waiting for them when the sun goes down that night!

Why do I write this? Not to bash Islam.

But to share my observation that religion has no ability to change the heart. Rules have no power to curb desires. Outward actions never create lasting change within us.

This is true of Islam, Buddhism, Judaism, Hinduism or any other religion you can think of. And whenever Christianity becomes a mere moral code, or a prescribed set of rituals – then it is true of Christianity too. Religion doesn’t change the heart.

And the human heart is an ugly, sin-stained, corrupt thing. It needs to be changed.

Actually, it needs to be ripped out and replaced with a new, clean, obedient heart. Long before Jesus’ birth, the prophet Ezekiel looked forward to his coming.  He longed for a time when God would deal with our sinful hearts (and the punishment we deserve) and give us his Spirit.

Christ alone offers this radical heart surgery – so stop taking the do-it-yourself approach!

“I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh.” (Ezekiel 36:26)


   Mar 13

Stop trusting in man

Hebrews 4:12 says that God’s word is “living and active” – something I love about it. It is so much more than any historical document – though it is that. It is so much more than any good story – though it is that. It is so much more than any set of intructions – though it is that.

It has a way of grabbing you. Of piercing you. Of nagging you.

The verse that has been nagging me lots lately comes from Isaiah 2:22, which says “Stop trusting in man, who has but a breath in his nostrils. Of what account is he?”

Short. Sharp. And straight to the point. This verse keeps popping into my head – and it’s both an unsettling and comforting thought.

Unsettling because I like to be in control. I like to be able to do things and know with certainty what the results of my actions will be. I prefer to sit in the driver’s seat. But this verse reminds me that to trust in my own efforts is more than risky, it is futile.

But there’s also great comfort there. As Brooke and I worry about the future – how this pregnancy will go, when we’ll get to Ireland and how we will settle in and cope without those we love by our side – it is good to be reminded where to look. Not to ourselves. Not to our family or friends. Not to anyone who has but a breath in their nostrils.

We need to look to the one who gives the breath. The one who is sovereign over all things, and works for the good of those who love him.


   Oct 06

A Taste of Spring

Spring has sprung! Ignore the cold, wet weather of the October long weekend – the bright colours in the gardens make Spring’s arrival undeniable!

We decided to do an overnight trip down to Canberra to visit the Spring festival there – FLORIADE. We chose to go while the night festival was on too – might as well make the most of it! So we packed the car (well, Brooke did actually – I was at school and had Brooke and Cadel pick me up on the way through) and hit the road. It’s a nice drive down to Canberra – and short enough to do in one go, even with an 8 month old baby on board. We were there by 6pm.

The night festival had music, food, floodlit floral displays, street performers, markets and a ferris wheel. But the main attraction for us was the outdoor cinema screening of “Earth” (a feature film version of the BBC documentary series “Planet Earth”). It was fantastic to see the breathtaking footage of God’s good creation, while snuggling up as a family on our picnic rug (snuggles weren’t an optional extra – it was cold!). We did laugh at the way the narrator constantly credited the existance of all life on earth to the tilt of the earth – “Praise be to Tilt”, “Tilt, we lift your name on high!” – it certainly does take lots of faith to believe that this world is the result of an extraordinarily long string of coincidences – each and every one vital, yet having amazingly long odds.

The night had a pretty cool finish. The floraide website worded it this way: “Get caught up in the massive display of spectacular fire and music from the largest hand operated multi-octave fire organ in the World… The Pyrophone Juggernaut.” It was basically a pirate ship with lots of organ pipes, being played by a crew using flame-throwers to blow through the pipes and make the music. Still confused? Here’s a photo:

Pretty impressive, hey!?

As fun as the night festival was, Canberra is not really a place you visit for its night life – and a flower festival is best seen in the light of day. So the next morning we returned and enjoyed wandering around, checking out the lilies, poppies, tulips, irises and other floral displays. I was hoping to take some cool macro photographs, but the conditions were a bit too windy to get any good shots. Of the photos I did take, here is one of my favourites:

Cadel’s reaction to the flowers was typical of what he does with every new thing he encounters at the moment – he was not content with a mere visual appraisal. He insisted on getting a more thorough “taste of spring” (flower lovers, divert your eyes!):

They also had a “patting paddock”, which allowed Cadel to meet various animals face to face. Patting was encouraged, but I don’t think one of the goats would have been particularly impressed with Cadel’s patting style. He decided to take some of the goat’s hair home as a souvenir! Cruel, but hilarious. Don’t worry, this lamb escaped unharmed:

Thanks for looking,

Dave

P.S. The second issue of our newsletter is now available. Please let me know if you’d like a copy.


   Aug 21

The life of a Cronulla Sharks fan

Last Sunday was a deceptive day. The sun was shining. All was peaceful. The shores of Botany Bay looked like a lovely place to be. But then it happened… a total bloodbath! It was a cruel massacre. My beloved Cronulla Sharks football team were flogged 56-10 by Brooke’s team – the Wests Tigers. And we were there as a family – Cadel’s first ever game of footy.

He seemed to enjoy it – only because he had no idea of what was going on!

Who’d be a sharks fan? And why would I encourage (force) my son to barrack for them too? They have never won a premiership. They sit in equal last place on the table this season. They have lurched from one controversy to another – the club name dragged through the mud.

But I reckon, as a Christian, Cronulla are the perfect team to go for!

Hear me out! In the bible, in Romans 8, the Christian life is spoken of as a hope for something we don’t yet have. It is a frustrated groaning for future glory. A patient wait for the great things that lie ahead.

The life of a Cronulla Sharks fan is like the life of a Christian. Our hope is in future glory. We fix our eyes on future premiership success – rather than looking back to the “good old days.” The Sharks fan, like the Christian, is all about the future! We live for it!

This thinking is shown elsewhere in the bible, in 2 Corinthians 4, which says “we do not lose heart… our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory… so we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen.”

This also hints at the other way the life of a Sharks fan echoes the Christian life – “troubles” or persecution. Sharks fans are copping it at the moment – from St George supporters, from Tigers fans, from people who don’t even follow the footy! The person who is living for future glory should expect such troubles! But these troubles are far outweighed by the future glory!

So here comes the “altar call” – if you are not already barracking for the Sharks, now is the time to switch! Become somebody who is focussed on the future, and not the “good old days”! Fix your eyes on that big empty trophy cabinet, and do it with eager expectation!

Dave

P.S. Yes, this post may be a little tongue-in-cheek. And no, Brooke does not endorse these comments.

P.P.S. And there may be some differences between the “hope” shown by Christians and that shown by Sharks fans. The Christian hope is not uncertain in any way. It is based on what Jesus has already done. It is absolutley certain. The hope of Sharks fans may be a little less certain.


   Aug 07

Travelling again?!

Travelling again?!

Yep.

It seems like we’ve been “on the road” alot lately (we’ve actually been away from home for two and a half of the last six weeks). This most recent trip was up to Laurieton (near Port Macquarie) to visit Brooke’s grandparents, then stop at Barrington Tops for a bit of rest on the way back home. I really don’t need to write much, except to say it was great to see Cadel being loved by his Great-grandparents, and that the Barrington Tops really is one of our favourite spots in the whole wide world! Besides that, I’ll let these photos do the talking.

Cadel meeting a baby that’s even smaller than him:

Feeding the birds:

 

Cuddles with his Great-Grandma:

Getting messy at his own feeding time:

As usual, if you want to see more of our photos, click HERE 

Brooke, Dave & Cadel

P.S. It was weird running into one of our very good friends (Clarky) while checking out the Laurieton Sunday markets – especially since he’s a fellow Sutherland Shire hobbit.


   Jul 10

Road Trip

 

Cadel proved to be an excellent flier on our trip to Perth, so we thought we’d give road tripping a go. It wasn’t (yet another) holiday, but rather a conference down in Melbourne for Pioneers. Pioneers is the Mission Organisation we have applied to join, and the conference was orientation for all newbies like us – explaining who they are and what their core values involve. It was an intense week, but really helpful and encouraging.

We decided to drive down, and stop at the snow on the way (just for lunch – having a baby makes skiing impossible). Cadel didn’t know what to make of the snow. He was constantly licking the cold air, and when we put some snow in his hand it took him a while to realise it was cold – he burst into tears when he realised, yet didn’t think of actually opening his hand and dropping it!

We stayed in Melbourne for the weekend at the end of the conference and did a bit of sightseeing. I must admit, I had never really been all that interested in Melbourne. I always thought of it as a cold, wet, drab version of Sydney. It pretty much lived up to the “cold, wet” bit, but I really enjoyed it none-the-less. Unlike Sydney (which is usually full of tourists and office workers rushing about), Melbourne seems to be the playground for Melbournians. The CBD actually has a vibrant feel to it. We loved wandering up little side laneways, drinking good coffee, heading to the markets, then buying some Italian for dinner on Lygon Street. Good times.

Brooke, Dave & Cadel

P.S. We have printed up the first issue of our newsletter “Irish Eyes”, so please let us know if you’d like a copy emailed or posted to you.