It’s Christmas – Part 2: Go on a Treasure Hunt

It has been a difficult and challenging time over the last week here in Australia. This little missive goes to 8 countries over 5 continents and it has been clear from the feedback I have been getting that what has happened here in Sydney and Cairns over the last week has deeply impacted people all over the world. That is not a dazzling insight, but I have found it comforting that so many people are reaching out from so far away.

And what has happened in Australia is not the worst of it – with broken hearts we think of the parents and families of the children and teachers massacred in Pakistan. And if we were to reflect back on 2014, there are many more such tragedies across the world.

A sad and morbid opening, perhaps, but it is impossible to ignore these events, or to pass by without stopping to acknowledge, to validate, to offer a prayer, however tiny in the circumstance. There is a powerful poem by W.H.Auden that always come to mind in times such as these. It speaks to me of that awful sense of loss when loved ones are taken away. “Why are the buses still running?, why are people going about as if nothing has happened? Don’t they know our loved ones are gone?”

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message They Are Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

They were our North, our South, our East and West,
Our working week and Sunday rest,
Our noon, Our night, our talk, our song;
We thought love would last for ever: We were wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

I did not send a note last week for that very reason – I did not want to go on as if all was normal. Because it wasn’t. But even in the midst of the awfulness, what shone through in Sydney was the light of Hope, the power of Community, the overwhelming sense of Unity. I encourage you, if you get the chance, to visit Martin Place and walk among the flowers and read the notes and cards.

Martin place 2

My original notes for last week spoke of going on a treasure hunt. It was a witty piece on ways to make Christmas fun and to focus on all the good things that happened in the year almost gone. What we focus on grows, and I find doing a treasure hunt provides a positive focus coming into the family time, as opposed to thoughts and fears and often mounting dread that this Christmas will be just like all the others.

Well my Moment of Clarity this week is indeed to suggest we go on a Treasure Hunt – before, during and after THIS particular Christmas. Often, at times like this, we hear commentators say “this is a good time to go home and hug your loved ones”. Well more than ever this time. But let us do more than that. Let us choose to say “its Christmas…”. Let us choose to be grateful for what we have even if it has been a year of loss. Let us refuse the invitation to react to pain however it is expressed, but let us respond in love and with kindness, grace and gratitude.

As I read over this, I realise it is really a note to myself. You can read it if you want. I know I NEED to hear this, especially THIS Christmas.

I pray you have a memorable Christmas, memorable for the peace and joy, kindness and love that pervades the whole season.

All the Best, Brian.

“It’s Christmas…” – Part 1.

We are well into December now, and Christmas draws near. It is a wonderful time for families to get together, often from far away, and for relatives and friends to reunite and celebrate and catch up on all the news. The reality for many, however, is that Christmas is not really a good time for a whole lot of reasons.

As many of you may know, I grew up in Ireland and for me Christmas was a magical time. It was my favourite time of the year. It was a major shock to me when I came to Australia to find out that many were indifferent to, did not enjoy or  even hated Christmas. I was a grown man yet it floored me. “How could you not love Christmas?” I cried, “It’s the best time of the year”.

I seriously anguished over this for years. I was amazed as I observed a general sense that many people just wanted Christmas to be over so they could get away on holidays. My first Christmas in Sydney impacted me so much, I went back to Dublin for the next 8 years. I loved the Carol-Singers, the party atmosphere and the warm bonhomie that overtook my city of birth.

I grew up in a large family (large by Australian standards – fairly normal by Irish standards). For those of you who came from big families, isn’t it amazing how siblings who grew up in the same house could have completely different views on their childhood. Certainly, most of my sisters have a fairly different view of childhood than mine. I struggled in those years, struggled to find a place to fit in, struggled with heavy-duty bullying at school etc,etc.  My experience of life would likely have put me in the place where I too, hated Christmas.

But Christmas was awesome! It was just the best time.

It was only in recent years that I got the revelation of why it was so special. My Mother had a simple but powerful saying that she used throughout the Christmas season:

“Its Christmas…”!

That meant a WHOLE lot more than just the words. To my Mum, it meant that this was a special time. It was a sacred time, the time we celebrated the birth of Jesus. It meant that we did not behave as we would through the rest of the year. It meant we did not argue, we did not raise voices and shout, we did not fight. It meant that we got along, we shared everything and we were good-natured and pleasant to be with.

It was so powerful. All my Mother had to say was “It’s Christmas…” and that was it. Whenever tempers flared or disputes arose, you would hear my Mother say “It’s Christmas…”. And that would mean the end of any hostilities. Everyone would step back and stand down. Most of my years were pretty ordinary,  but at Christmas – “It was Christmas…”!, and it was a haven of love and peace that I have never forgotten.

And that is my Moment of Clarity this week. As we go into the festive season, remember  “It’s Christmas…”!  Remember what the celebration is really about and perhaps choose my Mother’s words, or your own, to be like an ‘umpire of peace’, declaring this season to be a time of peace and joy.

Have a peaceful and thoughtful week.

All the Best, Brian.

The 30 cent Ice-Cream Story

This is a true story (a real true story) I was reminded of this week and I thought I would share it with you. It relates to a time in my life that at one level was highly forgettable, yet at another level was one of the most powerful seasons of my life and is very much a part of who I am today.

I lost everything in the nineties – for a whole bunch of reasons, but mostly because I just did not have the emotional or spiritual character to handle the business and financial success that came relatively quickly after I started my first business. That’s a whole story in itself – for another time.

Anyway, it was during that time that I called into a local Macca’s for a baby burger which was all I could afford at the time. It was not a good time and I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders (you know, self-pity, “why me”, “its not fair”, “its all too hard” – those weights!). I bumped into a bunch of lovely mums and children that I knew from the better times. So putting on my bravest face I was chatting away pretending all was OK – as you do. Then we heard this almighty scream from the back of the restaurant and one of the little 5 year-olds came up screaming with only the cone part of his 30 cent ice-cream. He had dropped it and lost the ice-cream bit. He was devastated, as only a five-year-old who has lost his ice-cream can be.

Us grown-ups all laughed, because we knew it was only an ice-cream. But to the little fella, it was worse than the end of the world. Well it only took a few minutes for someone to replace the ice-cream. And what a transformation! Not only was it NOT the end of the world, but it was a better world, because he now had a whole new ice-cream plus what he had eaten of the previous one. He was happy as…

Boy eating icecream

We laughed and talked some more and I said my goodbyes. As I walked to the door I could feel the weight of my problems descending once more. Now I am a man of faith and a believer, but it is amazing how quickly we can let adverse circumstances take our eyes off our faith and that Source of help in times of trouble.

But then! As I walked across the threshold it hit me like a blast of hot air – “from God’s perspective, all my problems were just about the size of a 30 cent ice-cream. I had completely lost my perspective, like the 5 year-old, and allowed myself to be driven into a state of anxiety and depression by my circumstances.

That moment is deeply etched in my consciousness and had a profound effect on my life. From that time onwards, I knew that I was not defined by my circumstances, but by my ATTITUDE TO my circumstances.

And that is my moment of clarity for this week. Perhaps to take a moment to reflect as we come towards the end of the year. Have we got the right perspective on our circumstances, good or challenging.  And whatever your philosophy, are you connected to and drawing on the emotional, relational or spiritual resources that help you keep a healthy perspective.

All the Best, Brian

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Caring – The Secret Ingredient – Part 2

The title for this weeks post was an unthunk thought. That’s what I call one of those ideas, insights or revelations that seem to just arrive in your mind, without any clear idea where they came from or any conscious knowledge of the thought processes that produced them. My first book was called “Unthunk Thoughts”, and is a collection of those amazing one-liners and aphorisms that contain so much more than the words.

Well ‘The Secret Ingredient of Influence’ last week was definitely one of those. It tumbled out of my mind just as I completed last weeks post. It has occupied much of my thinking over the last week and I am a bit blown away by it.

Caring – The Secret ingredient of Influence! The Holy Spirit gets the credit for this one. I could never have come up with that on my own.

I will be really interested in peoples’ views on this. “Leadership is Influence”, to quote John Maxwell. People influence others and situations in many ways – through charisma, eloquence, power, motivation and many other ways.

But the more I go through life the more I realise that the quality that influences me most is a caring heart. It is not weak, – it comes from a strength of character! It speaks of an intuitive respect for people and a desire to validate and acknowledge the intrinsic worth of each person we meet. I only work with people who care. It IS the secret ingredient. The funny thing is that people who do care often don’t realise the value it brings to any transaction. It says “you matter”, it says “I will look after you”, it says “I will go the extra mile to make sure you are satisfied”. It is inherently unselfish and other-directed.

As a principle it echoes Zig Ziglar:



In business there is a traditional costing model for products and services:

Labour + Materials + Overheads + Margin = Price!

I offer another model:

Labour + Materials + Overheads + CARE FACTOR + Margin = Price!

There is a premium that is due for that Care Factor. And the people who care the most often dismiss it or are not really conscious to it. I am passionate about helping people achieve that premium. The other side of that is being willing to pay that premium. I have a saying:


“Discount is not the currency of blessing – great service is!”

Let us be a people who willingly pay that premium so we can enjoy that great service. Remember that value is remembered long after the price is forgotten. In a world where truth is relative and the moral backstop has been removed, there is a deep and growing hunger for authenticity, truth and honesty.

So my moment of clarity this week is to dust off your ‘Care Factor’ and become an influence for good in your world. If it has been bruised and battered in the ‘roil and moil’ of life, take time out to heal and renew. Forgive those who have used you and taken advantage of you and decide to come back again to ‘care first’ and ‘care always’ and be a shining light in a world that needs it.

Have a great week, Brian.

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The Secret Ingredient of Influence

This weeks offering is at first I’m afraid a sad confessional.
But abandon not hope – there is a good ending.

Don’t you just love good customer service! I really appreciate it. Helen laughs – she knows that ‘Acts of Service’ is my number one love language.
No doubt most of you will have come across that great book by Gary Chapman called “The 5 Love Languages”.

Anyway, as I said, one of the ‘Love Languages’ is ‘Acts of Service’ and I really respond to it. For years I have had a high expectation of good service, along with a very strong sense that in fact I am entitled to good service.

Given the above, I have had some ‘interesting’ encounters over the years with customer service personnel. I hang my head in shame when I think of it now, but my view was – “I know what I want and how I want it, and I will patiently take whatever time you need, so you understand exactly what I want, but it is not negotiable for you to give me anything other than exactly what I have asked for.”

cranky food customer

I thought I was friendly and patient, but I know now that in reality I was insufferable!
My great complaints were “why does no-one care about their customers…?” and “where can you find someone who actually cares…?”

I spent hours and hours and hours trying to get someone on the other end of the phone to care enough to give me what I wanted. Call centres were nearly the death of me. And as for that speaking computer – spare me!!

Am I the only one who ever screamed “Operator… Operator… Operator… into the phone at that awful voice – and then get the answer – “I’m having a little difficulty in getting that…” please tell me again in two or three words how I can help you…”

And it seemed almost as if they knew I was coming, because the harder I tried to get them to care the more they made it obvious that they didn’t – in fact not a jot!

I had a major revelation one Thursday night trying to sort out a billing issue with that big telecoms company – you know, the one that starts with the letter after ‘S’. I got the same responses as above and when I eventually gave up I was fit to burst. And I heard a voice clearly speak to me saying “Look at the state of you. YOU KNEW before you picked up the phone what was going to happen and you did it anyway”. “You have got to find another way!”

You know those times when you suddenly come face to face with yourself and it is not pretty! I had one of those evenings. And then a few days later I listened as my beautiful, caring wife dealt with the issue in no time at all with an excellent outcome. She was friendly and caring and kindly asked for help – and got it.

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It hit me like a hammer – stop trying to get people to care for you. You care for them first. It has transformed my life. Instead of marching up to the flight desk and demanding and expecting a flight change or a seat change and getting nothing, I now ask for help and I take the time to get to know names. And I find people are all too happy to help. Now I get upgrades, I get credits on those telecoms accounts, and my customer service encounters are filled with smiles and thank you’s instead of scowls and resistance.

And at the end of all that, my humble moment of clarity is ‘care first’ and ‘care always’. That, I think, is the Secret Ingredient of Influence.

Have a great week. I really enjoy your feedback and welcome it.

All the Best, Brian.
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Make a Date to Catch Up…

I was just talking to a client the other day about our holiday. I was sharing that we couldn’t remember the last time we went on a holiday that was just that – a holiday. As far back as we go, virtually every holiday we went on had another purpose. Visiting family, here or in Ireland; Mission trips to various parts of the world; going to conferences and adding on a few days. My clients response was “is that possible?”, “you’ve got to write about that in your blog”.

We had the same revelation some time ago in the middle of dinner with close friends, that this was the first time in whenever we were catching up with these friends for no other purpose than to catch up! We realised that virtually every social interaction had a background purpose. It wasn’t awful or anything – it was good – it’s just that there was usually a reason. It might have been pastoral, or business, or about an event or an organisation we were involved with. It might have been networking, supporting through crisis (ours or theirs!), visiting someone who was unwell, a bible study, committee meetings. The list goes on. We don’t have children, but I can imagine for parents that would be a huge list of its own.

Don’t get me wrong, all of this is a wonderful part of living in community and it is rich and rewarding. But, boy it can get exhausting!

I still remember the amazing feeling of just being together at a great restaurant by the ocean. And it was making my spirit sing – the pleasure and enjoyment of just hanging out together and sharing and listening. We came away from that dinner refreshed, energised and closer.

Friends over Dinner

It is one of the wonderful paradoxes of life – we are born for relationship and connection. And in our lives we are interacting with people all the time and I wonder are we spending more time ‘transacting’ than truly connecting. I wonder myself are my relationships deepening over time? Am I taking time to truly listen with my heart as well as my ears? Do I truly know where my closest friends are at? Do I take time to listen past the “I’m fine” or “Not bad”?. My answer for me is I can do a lot better.

So my moment of clarity this week is to make a date. Time IS precious, and there is so much to do, but I encourage you to make a date – with a spouse, your family or friends for no other purpose than to spend time together. I think you will be so glad you did.

All the Best, Brian
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Did You See the Sunset Last Night?

First of all an apology. I missed sending out this blog last week. I got some calls – it won’t happen again.
Anyway, this week I am writing from Hawks nest, a beautiful little seaside town north of Sydney. They tell me not to say exactly where it is, so as to keep it everyone’s little secret. So I won’t. But if you Google TeaGardens you’ll be close.

It is truly a beautiful place, undeveloped and relaxing. We are ‘Glamping’, otherwise known as ‘posh camping’ or camping where you DON’T have to fill your car and a trailer to the brim with everything and spend hours unpacking and setting up. It’s all done for you with a real bed and an ensuite. So we are having a wonderful time. And I did something this week that I thought would never happen. I went with Helen to sit and watch a sunset. And it was truly amazing – as some of the pictures will attest.
Sunset North 2
Do you know one of the curious things about a caravan and camping park is how everyone is friendly, and waves, and takes time for a chat. It reminded me of the time in 2000 when the Olympics came to town. The whole city became like a giant caravan and camping park. Everyone was friendly and took time for a chat. Do you remember what it was like on the buses going to and from the venues. It was awesome! The whole place was a holiday camp. and it lasted for more than a few months.

Then it slowly drifted back to ‘normal’ city life. There IS a lasting remnant though, if you ever take the bus to the Olympic Stadium for a rugby game. The atmosphere on the buses is just great – much the same as it was back in 2000. I love the conversations we have on the way to and from the game. If you tried that on the number 38A on a Monday morning though, you might get a different response…

Sunset 2
And it occurred to me, as it does, that we could create a new ‘normal’. William Wilberforce, that amazing man who back in the 1700’s fought for and won the abolition of slavery, also dedicated his life to another goal – “The Reformation of Manners”. At the time it was laughed off as a hopeless pipedream. But he had a huge impact and all manner of community organisations and support groups sprung up during that time, many of which still operate today. The heart of it was about people being mindful of each other and being mindful that we live in community, and that if each of us brought that mindfulness to bear in our dealings with each other, the world we live in would be a much better place.

And that is the atmosphere in our caravan and camping park. Everyone is mindful, and that makes us kinder and more thoughtful and we take more time for each other.

You might say that’s OK when we are on holidays. And Yes, that’s true. But wouldn’t it be good to take some of that back to the city with us? and maybe take the time to stop, sit, and watch the sunset? And That’s my moment of clarity this week.

All the best, Brian.
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Perspectives … and trying to Lose Weight

I carry a bit of extra weight. OK, a lot of extra weight. I have done so for years. Rugby was my passion and I played breakaway and No.8 for years. I was fit then, and fast. And I had the appetite of a No.8. The problem was that when I stopped playing rugby, I continued to eat like a No.8 and now unfortunately, I look more like a prop. (For those who are not familiar with the terms, the No.8 is the tall, fast, thin guy at the back of the scrum. The prop is the big, slow, heavy guy in the middle of the scrum).

Front row

Anyway, for those like me, who carry extra weight it can be a big struggle to lose the kilos. I have done it all – Weightwatchers, Dr. Atkins, High Protein-Low Carb diets. GutBusters, Fit for Life – you name it, I’ve tried it. I’ve had personal trainers, personal torturers, joined gyms – tried it all. I’ve done aquarobics, where at 59 I was the ‘young boy’ in the class (that was fun!) I could go on and on. I have more books and commando exercise programmes than you could poke a stick at.

So from all that you can gather I am pretty qualified to join in the chorus of those who talk about “How HARD it is…” to lose weight! And with my background I am also fully qualified to blame my weight on my past. For many this IS a real issue.

But the other day I was involved in one of those conversations(you know…about how ‘HARD’ it is to lose weight) and as I walked away I was really challenged. When I stopped to think of all I have to be thankful and grateful for… my life is blessed, not hard. Losing a loved one is HARD! Cancer is HARD! Having your house destroyed by bushfire is HARD! Living in Iraq right now is HARD!

Losing weight, along with a host of other ‘First World’ challenges we face is NOT hard. I have had a revelation of how out of whack my perspective has been on this and a whole list of other stuff that I allow myself to get bothered by…

So my moment of absolute clarity this week is actually not about losing weight(though I think I have just completely dobbed myself in to all of you on that issue!).
It is about perspective. Is our language and our self-talk in proper perspective? Is it really ‘hard to do’? or can we make a proper, quality decision and just go do it? It may not be about losing weight. It could be about anything.
What one change in perspective can you make this week that will open up for you a whole world of new possibilities?

Have a great week, Brian.

PS: I really appreciate the encouraging feedback I am receiving about these blogs. If you think someone you know might be interested, do feel free to share this with them. BM

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Go For It…Take the Next Step!

Out on our balcony last night, straining to see the ‘Blood Moon’ through the clouds, I was offered another humerous insight into human behaviour (mostly my own human behaviour!). You couldn’t see a thing because of the cloud cover, yet I spent the best part of half an hour staring at the clouds as if by just staring, the clouds would somehow clear and reveal all. They didn’t. But we did see the the moon with a slice missing before it disappeared behind said clouds, so we settled for that.

It reminded me of what an ancient prophet said a long time ago about us being guided by a lamp to our feet and a light to our path. It spoke of the old camel trains that travelled centuries ago along the Silk Route from China and India in the east to the Mediterranean Sea. They often travelled by night, and in those days, without the benefit of GPS or Google Maps, they depended on the light of old oil lamps. These lamps were not much chop and at a push, would light up about the length of half a camel, just one or two steps at a time.

Camel train silhouetted against colorful sky crossing the Sahara Desert, Morocco

Then once a month, the moon would come up and they would get a sense of the horizon and refocus on where they were headed. Then it was back to one step at a time by the dim light of an oil lamp.
Yet these travellers covered vast distances, over 6,500 kms right across the top of the world. They knew exactly where they were going and it took a long time but they got there by just taking the next step, and the next…

I wondered was this a good analogy for our lives, our businesses, our hopes and dreams? A famous writer once said that the future is dimly-lit and hard to see, but the present is brightly-lit and clear to see. We can have a goal, a destination or a dream yet sometimes we hesitate because we can’t see how we can get there. And, in truth, we rarely CAN see the whole journey, but we CAN always identify the first step.

Goethe’s famous quote on taking the first step is one of my favourites:

“Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance
to draw back.
…but the moment you definitely commit yourself,
Providence moves,
And all sorts of things occur to help you that would never otherwise have occurred,
raising in your favour all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and assistance which no-one could have dreamed would come your way.
Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.
Begin it now.”

So my Moment of Clarity this week is to step out and “Go for it”. Even if we can’t see the moon we can always see the next step in front of us. So take that first step, get into motion. Whether it is a dream, a change, breaking new ground, whatever, “Go For It!” And, in time, like the great camel trains of the Silk Road you will get there – even if it is just one step at a time.

Have a great week. As always, I welcome your feedback.

All the Best, Brian.

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Your Stories are Powerful – Share Them!

Last weekend we saw a terrible tragedy unfold at the MCG. The Sydney Swans, who had dominated all season, fell at the last hurdle. It was awful to watch. I am referring to the emotional dissembling of the died-in-the-wool Swans supporters with whom we watched the 2014 AFL Grand Final. One of them had to go to another room, so great was their trauma.
Being a St Kilda tragic, I was full of empathy, having been in exactly the same position in 2010.
That is not what I wanted to write about, but I couldn’t just walk by the scattered remains of a seasons hopes without a sympathetic mention.

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This week IS about the AFL Grand Final, a DIFFERENT Grand Final, and the story does involve St.Kilda and The Sydney Swans. It is a story of faith, and hope, blind, senseless faith and hope and how one man’s senseless faith and hope can inspire another to similar acts of senseless faith and hope.

The story is first about the 2009 AFL Grand Final. All through 2009, St.Kilda were in the ascendancy and they lost only 3 games all season. So great was my expectation of finals victory, I booked flights and accommodation for September very early in the season. I reckoned that if we weren’t able to get tickets for the game, any pub in Melbourne on Grand Final Day was going to be better than sitting at home.

My hopes were realised and St.Kilda made it to the Grand Final. We were not able to get tickets from anywhere before the day but we flew to Melbourne undaunted. I said to my wife Helen “we’ll go to the ground early and surely we will pick up a couple of spare tickets from someone”.

So two hours before the game we headed for the ground. I started to practice my pitch for tickets along the way. I have done this successfully many times at rugby union tests but I soon realised this was a different game. I was met with huge laughter and ridicule. Everyone thought this was the funniest, stupidest thing, a guy walking towards the MCG on Grand Final day, expecting to pick up tickets.

I persevered anyway. After 15 minutes, Helen retreated to a safe distance, out of the drizzle and out of the embarrassment zone. She said she was praying. I approached anyone that looked like they had a ticket in their hands. Half past one came and with it rising anxiety. Two o’clock came – nothing. Ten past two passed with no result and the situation was getting a little desperate. With only 15 minutes to go to kickoff I started to consider Plan B – a dash to the nearest pub. I decided to hold on for 5 more minutes. We heard the cheer as the teams came out . We heard the National Anthem being sung. “Just one more lap” I said to myself, of a forecourt by now almost empty.

“Are you looking for something” a voice behind me said. I turned and looked at this guy and said (thinking as I said it what a ridiculous proposition). “I was hoping to buy a couple of tickets”. He took an envelope out of his pocket and said “would these do?” I looked and in his hand were two Premium Centre Square Corporate tickets. “They are yours if you want them”, he said. My eyes started to misbehave and I could barely see a thing. I remember giving him a great big bearhug and stammering “thank you, thank you, thank you” and then rushing for the gate to save both our embarrassments. Helen was happy her prayers had worked.
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It took a while to get our breath back and for the blessing to sink in. The guy beside Helen paid almost $2,000.00 for his ticket. The seats were awesome – under cover on a rainy day with perfect views. Our benefactor had managed the corporate ticket sales programme and had a few tickets left over. He decided to look for a couple of deserving punters outside rather than burn the tickets.

You can imagine that story has been told many, many times since then. The tickets are framed and on the wall of my study, and it reminds me that faith and hope, even blind, senseless faith and hope, works. By the way, St.Kilda lost at the end of the day, but that pain pales in comparison with the joy of the victory at the beginning.

And now I come to this week’s moment of absolute clarity.

Mid-morning last Saturday, the morning of the Grand Final I got a text from a friend:

“Hey Brian, we are in Melbourne for the SWANNIEs!!!
What time did you head down to get your tickets?”

I responded:

“Go well – I was there from about 12.30 – go with
faith and patience. Cheers, Brian”

90 minutes later:

“Hallelujah we got tickets!!! :-)”

It hit me there and then – We MUST tell our stories of faith and hope!
We never know when our story can be just the thing to encourage someone to step out in faith and hope themselves – even the blind, senseless faith and hope that believes you can get tickets to the AFL Grand Final on the day!
Based on someone’s story, my friends stepped out in their own faith and hope and it was rewarded.

Have a good week, Brian

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