The first write-up

Well its been 10 days on the road now and though I feel hardcore (though still not as much as Robbo) I'm really scared of the Nullabor mostly due to the fact its 40 and strong headwinds up til Monday next week and that means I'll be drinking 12L a day which means my 36L of water won't last very long.

Had a good first sunday at a little house church with the Selleys whose son Grahams wrote a beautiful poem which I shall put down at the bottom.

Been reading a book, Make My Life A Prayer, which has Keith Greens journal and concert messages in it, his poetry is brilliant some of it I could have written . myself (in terms of the feeling of it not it's brilliance). I've also been reading Numbers, God and Moses doing their stuff. Haven't had time to get on my harmonicas yet, oh well still time.

My plans for the future (Nullabor) are to become a night owl and ride at night and sleep during the day which is really going to screw with my sleep patterns espcially since its boiling during the day in which I intend to sleep.

Part of the reason I started this trip is that I was starting to feels like life was dry to me as per the bones in Ezekial 37:1-14. Now I am starting to feel the life flow back into me even though as of the moment I have not spent as much time as I would have liked to praying and reading my Bible.

I've had quite a few good experiences, people have given me cold water, food etc, God provided a shady tree for me when I was about to faint in the heat one day (I named it Jonahs vine), God led me to the Selleys house church, I had a great time at Coolgardie Gospel Chapel and staying at the Sercombes house there with great hospitality. God bless all the people who have helped me so far. Pray for me as I go onto the Nullabor, I'm going need as much prayer as possible. I'll put something else up next time I get internet, took 10 days to get internet here but the Nullabor so maybe in about a month? Good day to you.


My Jesus by Graham Selley
They tell me you were born on the 25th of December but I know you weren't
They tell me there were three wise men but I know there weren't
They tell me the virgin birth is not real but I know it is
They tell me you were never crucified but I know you were
They tell me lived a long life and had many children to Mary Magdalene but I know you didn't
They tell me the ressurection did not happen but I know it did

To them you died 2000 years ago, for me you live in my heart
They tell me you were a great teacher but to me you are God
To them you are only real when a tragedy has happened to put the blame on
To me you are always real and help me through my tragedy
To them you are a swear word but to me your a friend
To me you are Jesus who save people from their sins
When they were whipping and flogging you I know you were thinking of me
Until one day when I see you then you can put my face to my name
For I know all you went through you said Graham this is for you

Ezekial 37
The Valley of Dry Bones
The hand of the LORD was upon me, and he brought me out by the Spirit of the LORD and set me in the middle of a valley; it was full of bones. He led me back and forth among them, and I saw a great many bones on the floor of the valley, bones that were very dry. He asked me, "Son of man, can these bones live?"

I said, "O Sovereign LORD, you alone know."
Then he said to me, "Prophesy to these bones and say to them, 'Dry bones, hear the word of the LORD! This is what the Sovereign LORD says to these bones: I will make breath [a] enter you, and you will come to life. I will attach tendons to you and make flesh come upon you and cover you with skin; I will put breath in you, and you will come to life. Then you will know that I am the LORD.' "

So I prophesied as I was commanded. And as I was prophesying, there was a noise, a rattling sound, and the bones came together, bone to bone. I looked, and tendons and flesh appeared on them and skin covered them, but there was no breath in them.

Then he said to me, "Prophesy to the breath; prophesy, son of man, and say to it, 'This is what the Sovereign LORD says: Come from the four winds, O breath, and breathe into these slain, that they may live.' " So I prophesied as he commanded me, and breath entered them; they came to life and stood up on their feet—a vast army.

Then he said to me: "Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel. They say, 'Our bones are dried up and our hope is gone; we are cut off.' Therefore prophesy and say to them: 'This is what the Sovereign LORD says: O my people, I am going to open your graves and bring you up from them; I will bring you back to the land of Israel. Then you, my people, will know that I am the LORD, when I open your graves and bring you up from them. I will put my Spirit in you and you will live, and I will settle you in your own land. Then you will know that I the LORD have spoken, and I have done it, declares the LORD.' "

Rain by Nathan Combs

What if rain was God's tears?
Tears of sadness or of joy?
His sadness of the cross
Came our life flowing down his cheeks
Of joy of pride of son
Of children knowing him

What if thunder was God's voice?
Booming from heaven above
Voice that directed creation by word alone
Calls foolish men from pride