I'd hate to be...

An Australian cricket fan... at least, in the last 12 hours... 90,000 watched as they were all out for less than 100 in 48 overs at the MCG... and then were horrified as the tourists posted 150+ without loss... listening to the highlights, it sounds like England could have bowled underarm with a tennis ball and got away with it... they could do no wrong.

Their experience reminded me of those times when things I've been involved in have been outrageously blessed by God's presence... those moments when you could use a piece of imaginary chewing gum to connect your guitar to the amp and it would still work... on days like that, it's almost like God takes particular pleasure in demonstrating just how easily he can turn the world upside down for those he loves... failure isn't even a possiblity.

I almost felt sorry for the Australian cricket fans this morning... and in that spirit of largesse... Happy Christmas...

Who's the daddy?

The last few days in the Mome household have been something of a challenge...

Following a weekend away that was billed as 'Homegroup Christmas'... and ended up being 'Homegroup Sickfest' when 8 out of the 12 people present (including The Wife) succumbed to a vomiting bug, we limped home on Monday, only to find that Moo had brought the bug with her... There's nothing quite as guilt-inducing as ignoring her noctural chirping only to find that what she's actually been doing is yodeling her evening meal, and you have to wash pasta out of her hair before you can go to bed...