Hobbies: BUTCHERY
I love butchery. It doesn’t make me a deviant. I just like to be able to cut up my own meat. It makes me appreciate it more. Try it. And if you can’t bare the thought of eating meat that hasn’t come to you shrink-wrapped and pre-prepared… you should probably go vegetarian.

Section 5 is the part of the animal seen in the photos below. Attached to the backbone, the Porterhouse cut makes up one half of the steak when you buy a T-Bone. Below, I've opted for pure Porterhouse with no backbone. The other part of the T-Bone is the fillet, which is much more expensive.

4kg Porterhouse Cut

15 mins later: 19 premium Porterhouse steaks for $25. Beat that at Woolworths...
Tsunami, Earthquake… Who’s in Control?
The following is largely re-posted from an article I wrote in the wake of the Victorian Bushfires.
Where was God when the tsunami struck Samoa? Where was God when the earthquake hit Sumatra?
I believe that our answer to that question is one of the most important answers we will ever give to an inquisitor. I believe our answer to that question speaks a thousand volumes about the kind of God that we worship.
Your answer will expose you. It will reveal the inner substance of your faith.
I believe that the following is the good, glorious, comforting, confronting, hard, bold, biblical response to that heart-wrenching question:
“Where was God?”
God was at the helm of His creation. He was directing wind and determining wave. He was ending life, and sparing it. He was the Sovereign God before the wave and the earthquake began, and continued His sovereign control in the midst of the destruction.
I don’t say this flippantly. I say it with tears streaming and hands trembling.
I say it because it’s what God has said. I say it because it’s true.
Consider the following passages of Scripture:
Job 37:5-7 “Out of the south comes the storm. . . . [God] disperses the cloud of His lightning. It changes direction, turning around by His guidance, that it may do whatever He commands it on the face of the inhabited earth. Whether for a rod . . . or for lovingkindness, He causes it to happen. . . . Stand and consider the wonders of God!”
Amos 3:6 “Is a trumpet blown in a city, and the people are not afraid? Does disaster come to a city, unless the LORD has done it?”
Isaiah 45:7 “I form light and create darkness, I make well-being and create calamity, I am the LORD, who does all these things.”
Psalm 135:5-7 “The LORD is great. . . . Whatever the LORD pleases, He does, in heaven and in earth. . . . He makes lightnings for the rain, and brings forth the wind from His treasuries.”
Psalm 148:7 “Praise the LORD from the earth, sea monsters and all deeps; fire and hail, snow and clouds; stormy wind, fulfilling His word”
Mark 4:37-39 “There arose a fierce gale of wind, and the waves were breaking over the boat. . . . And Jesus got up and rebuked the wind and said to the sea, “Hush, be still.” And the wind ceased and there was a great calm.
Contrast that biblical truth with the following statement by Revd Professor William R. G. Loader in response to a similar calamity, the 2004 Tsunami:
“Insurance policies would call this “an act of God”. For some this would have to be, since God is ‘in control’. Like fate, God determines all that is… But even most whose thinking about God rests within such a frame of reference will not, however, draw such conclusions. There is a defiance by common sense and an awareness of mystery which refuses such heartlessness… It makes as little sense to claim that God sends tsunamis as it does to claim that God sends invading cancer.”
This, and similar answers will be offered by well-meaning pastors who want to offer a compassionate response.
But there’s no compassion in offering empty counsel and false theology. These answers are bad answers because they’re not the answers that God gave Himself…
Remember Luke’s account of Jesus’ response to grieving people in Luke 13:1-5?
Some people came to Jesus with heart-wrenching news about the slaughter of worshipers by Pilate.
There were some present at that very time who told him about the Galileans whose blood Pilate had mingled with their sacrifices.
Here is what Jesus said:
“Do you think that these Galileans were worse sinners than all the other Galileans, because they suffered in this way? No, I tell you; but unless you repent, you will all likewise perish. Or those eighteen on whom the tower in Siloam fell and killed them: do you think that they were worse offenders than all the others who lived in Jerusalem? No, I tell you; but unless you repent, you will all likewise perish.”
Jesus never, not once, attempted to ‘get God off the hook’ by telling the affected people that God wasn’t in control, or that God hadn’t planned for it to happen, or that God couldn’t have stopped the carnage before it happened.
Jesus knew that his Father was Sovereign. He knew that He has a purpose for everything He does. And so his response was:
‘When you see calamity and destruction of life – your response should be repentance and faith – not slippery theological maneuvering in order to get God off the hook. Everyone is going to die, so be sure that when you die, you die in the secure arms of faith in Christ.’
Don’t get me wrong. Jesus had compassion. He had compassion at almost ever turn. But offering bad answers to life’s most gut-wrenching questions is not compassionate. It just makes matters worse.
Divine truth is always the best balm for a wounded soul.
Guard Dog Training
Some of the neighbourhood dogs have been making fun of Chester recently. Something about him not being able to back up his tough-guy looks with any action. One dog even accused him of “writing cheques that his ass can’t cash”. Which is such a labradoodle thing to say…
Anyway, in response to the aforementioned taunts, Chester and I have been doing some extra combat training incase the need to kick some ass ever arrives.
In the words of Martin Lawrence: “S**t just got real…”
The Tornado, the Lutherans, and Homosexuality
A very sobering and thought-provoking (and repentance provoking?) piece by John Piper in the wake of the tornado that ripped through Minneapolis.
The Tornado, the Lutherans, and Homosexuality
(via Desiring God)
Dad’s Ranch
This is my setting for sermon study today.
I grew up on this property in Melbourne’s outer-north. Praise God for places like this…

Camera: iPhone, Subject: “Chester”, Location: Dad’s place, Melbourne.
The Meat Factory
Take that! You heartless hunters!!
Revolutionary wisdom on solving animal cruelty.
H/T: Mikey Lynch
Gone Fishin’
I’ve started to take my weekly day-off more seriously.
I used to sit at home and waste the day doing nothing – which isn’t very recharging.
So now I forgo the once sacred sleep-in and ‘get the hell outta Dodge’.
Below is a pic of my last glorious day-off. Fishin’ in my birth-town of Diamond Creek…
(My brother’s dog “Bomber” provides good company)
Butchery
I love butchery!
It’s a great stress-reliever to take a whole cut of meat and slice n’ dice till it’s dinner material…
Which is why I was stoked when my father-in-law showed up with a full rump o’ cow last weekend.
He runs a property the size of a small European nation in Queensland, so whenever he comes down to visit his daughters, he invariably brings a sampling of the fruit of his labours.
On this occasion it was a 6kg slab of freshly slaughtered cow.
Here’s the scene in my kitchen after I let loose with my Mundial Chef’s Knife:
(Click to enlarge)
Praise the Lord for making us Meat-Eaters!
The Burning Question: The Sovereignty of God and the Victoria Bushfires
I’m still in shock.
On Saturday, in my State of Victoria, in the region in which I spent my first 25 years growing up, all the ingredients needed for a catastrophic disaster conspired against us.
The temperature was an almost unthinkable 46.4 degrees C (115.52 F).
The northerly wind was gusting at incredible speed.
The humidity was at a desert-imitating 5%.
The age-old arch-enemy of the Australian bush was gathered in strength on the horizon, but no-one could have predicted the depth of the tragedy about to unfold…
For 3 days now the bushfires have raged.
At 1am this morning, the death toll had risen to 100, 700+ homes destroyed, 3733 people registered with the Red Cross after evacuating their properties. These figures are expected to rise significantly as emergency services personnel are able to move further into the affected areas.
Entire towns have been literally wiped-out of existence. Nothing but char remains.
My wife, a paramedic, is one of hundreds of emergency services personnel who have been deployed to the affected areas. She tells me that the scene is incomprehensible. “It’s so surreal Jono. It’s just so surreal…”
We personally know 4 people who were killed in the flames. 2 of them were girls who we grew up with at church. Young girls. Late teens, early twenties. Killed before their mother’s eyes.
In the wake of such devestation the question is bound to be asked.
It’s bound to be asked by grief-bearing parents.
It’s bound to be asked by heart-broken landowners.
It’s bound to be asked by terror-stricken survivors
It’s bound to be asked by labour-weary volunteers.
It’s bound to be asked by everyone who watches the TV news.
And it’s bound to be addressed by Pastors from the Pulpit right around the nation…
So then. How should God’s Shepherds answer the burning question: “Where was God?”
“Where was God when my daughters were burned to death?”
“Where was God when my house exploded?”
“Where was God when ‘the scum-of-the-earth’ deliberately lit the fires?”
“Where was God in the midst of that Fiery Hell?”
I believe our answer to that question is one of the most important answers we will ever give to an inquisitor. I believe our answer to that question speaks a thousand volumes about the kind of God it is that we worship. Your answer will expose you. It will reveal the inner substance of your faith.
I believe that the following is the good, glorious, comforting, confronting, hard, bold, biblical response to that heart-wrenching question:
“Where was God when the flames struck?”
God was at the helm of His creation. He was directing wind and determining flame. He was ending life, and sparing it. He was the Sovereign God before the fire began, and continued His sovereign control in the midst of destruction.
I don’t say this flippantly. I say it with tears streaming and hands trembling.
I say it because it’s what God has said. I say it because it’s true.
Consider the following passages of Scripture:
Job 37:5-7 “Out of the south comes the storm. . . . [God] disperses the cloud of His lightning. It changes direction, turning around by His guidance, that it may do whatever He commands it on the face of the inhabited earth. Whether for a rod . . . or for lovingkindness, He causes it to happen. . . . Stand and consider the wonders of God!”
Amos 3:6 “Is a trumpet blown in a city, and the people are not afraid? Does disaster come to a city, unless the LORD has done it?”
Isaiah 45:7 “I form light and create darkness, I make well-being and create calamity, I am the LORD, who does all these things.”
Psalm 135:5-7 “The LORD is great. . . . Whatever the LORD pleases, He does, in heaven and in earth. . . . He makes lightnings for the rain, and brings forth the wind from His treasuries.”
Psalm 148:7 “Praise the LORD from the earth, sea monsters and all deeps; fire and hail, snow and clouds; stormy wind, fulfilling His word”
Mark 4:37-39 “There arose a fierce gale of wind, and the waves were breaking over the boat. . . . And Jesus got up and rebuked the wind and said to the sea, “Hush, be still.” And the wind ceased and there was a great calm.
The Victoria Bushfires are tragic almost beyond calculation. The loss incurred at the hands of the flames is beyond reckoning. A catastrophe. A disaster. A cataclysm. A holocaust.
However, the tragedy is only compounded when blind-guides and bad shepherds offer something like the following response to the burning question:
Revd Professor William R. G. Loader in response to a similar calamity, the 2004 Tsunami:
Insurance policies would call this “an act of God”. For some this would have to be, since God is “in control”. Like fate, God determines all that is… But even most whose thinking about God rests within such a frame of reference will not, however, draw such conclusions. There is a defiance by common sense and an awareness of mystery which refuses such heartlessness… It makes as little sense to claim that God sends tsunamis as it does to claim that God sends invading cancer.
This, and similar answers will be offered to the grieving parents of dead children and the devastated owners of gutted houses. They will be given by well-meaning pastors who want to offer a compassionate response.
But there’s no compassion in offering empty counsel and false theology. These answers are bad answers to the burning question because they’re not the answers that God gave Himself…
Remember Luke’s account of Jesus’ response to grieving people in Luke 13:1-5?
Some people came to Jesus with heart-wrenching news about the slaughter of worshipers by Pilate.
There were some present at that very time who told him about the Galileans whose blood Pilate had mingled with their sacrifices.
Here is what Jesus said:
“Do you think that these Galileans were worse sinners than all the other Galileans, because they suffered in this way? No, I tell you; but unless you repent, you will all likewise perish. Or those eighteen on whom the tower in Siloam fell and killed them: do you think that they were worse offenders than all the others who lived in Jerusalem? No, I tell you; but unless you repent, you will all likewise perish.”
Jesus never, not once, attempted to ‘get God off the hook’ by telling the affected people that God wasn’t in control, or that God hadn’t planned for it to happen, or that God couldn’t have stopped the carnage before it happened.
Jesus knew that his Father was Sovereign. He knew that He has a purpose for everything He does. And so his response was:
‘When you see calamity and destruction of life – your response should be repentance and faith – not slippery theological maneuvering in order to get God off the hook. Everyone is going to die, so be sure that when you die, you die in the secure arms of faith in Christ.’
Don’t get me wrong. Jesus had compassion. He had compassion at almost ever turn. But offering bad answers to life’s most gut-wrenching questions is not compassionate. It just makes matters worse.
Divine truth is always the best balm for a wounded soul.
But it’s not the only ointment. In addition to truth, pastors can obviously offer so much more. It would be a grievous thing to behold a pastor preaching answers but not offering anything by way of practical help. As one author puts it, offering answers about the sovereignty of God is never the sum-total of God’s method of bringing healing:
“It’s only a part of the healing that God brings. God is more than grand. He is more than steel. He is more than sovereign. He is sovereign, grand, steel, kind, tender, warm, generous, patient, loving, meek—he is all those things.“
Sharing the truth of the Sovereignty of God in all things – even in calamity – is the duty of every one of God’s shepherds. It’s never easy, rarely without back-lash, often awkward, always beneficial.
The fires are still burning, but the questions will burn longer. I pray for a legion of courageous, God-centred pastors who will sacrificially serve those in need – and after offering hugs, shedding tears, and praying over the broken-hearted – will offer Bible-saturated, God-glorifying answers that testify to a Sovereign God who is Lord over all.
Chester: The Faithful Brute on Film
My Dog Chester is a gift from God to me…
I know it sounds overly sentimental, but I just love the little fella.
Here are some phone pics that reveal why (at least in part):
He melted hearts as a pup:
And still does today:
He’s fearlessly adventurous:
He loves and protects my wife:
He doesn’t mind playing the fool with his master:
He’s attentive, intelligent, and learns new commands in minutes:
He helps me slow down and not take life too seriously:
I thank God for Chesterton: the Faithful Brute.
Poem of the Month: "Llewelyn and Gelert"
In honour of “Gelert the Heroic Hound” (the subject of Friday’s post), I have nominated Norman G. Walker’s poem “Llewelyn and Gelert” as this month’s Poem of the Month.
In case you hadn’t noticed, I just love this story…
Below is a snippet from the poem, or you can read it in it’s entirety here.
The blood trail of doom led to the baby’s chamber
An overturned cradle in a crimson red pool
Then Gelert did whine though for the last time
For Llewelyn’s great anger was swift and was cruel
“Thou monstrous beast on my son thou wast feasting”
He slew Gelert swiftly one strike from his sword
The greyhound* did yelp, as the stories all telling
He gazed at his master, his life from him poured.
* Note: As far as I know, Gelert was actually an Irish Wolf Hound… Anyway, the poem still worthily wins P.O.T.M.
Gelert the Heroic Hound
I was reminiscing this morning about the 6 weeks I spent backpacking alone around the UK in 2000. Some of my fondest memories are of trekking through northern Wales – and in particular – the area around Mount Snowdon (the highest summit in England and Wales).
While I was traveling in the area, I heard the tale of Llewelyn and Gelert. You may have heard the story before. If not, I’ve pasted a (very unromantic) summary of the tale below (credit to urbandictionary.com for the text).
I have no idea why this great story came to mind after spending 8 years without giving it a thought – but I’m seriously considering retelling it in the form of a short story. It’d be a great one to tell the little’uns (God willing) at bed-time…
Anyway, here ’tis:
Probably the most famous legend of the region [around Snowdon] is that of Prince Llewelyn and his dog Gelert. Llewelyn is very fond of hunting and in the summer he lives in a hunting lodge at the foot of Snowdon. Although he has many dogs, his favourite is Gelert, because not only is he fearless in the hunt he’s also a loyal friend and companion at home.
One day Llewelyn and his wife go out hunting, leaving their baby son with a nurse and a servant to look after him. The nurse and the servant go for a walk in the mountains leaving the baby alone and unprotected.
Llewelyn is absorbed in his hunting, but after a while, he notices that Gelert isn’t with the pack. The Prince knows something is wrong as Gelert is always at the front of the pack. He reasons that the only place Gelert would go is back to the lodge, so he calls off the hunt and heads back home.
As the party is dismounting, Gelert comes running out of the lodge towards his master, covered in blood and wagging his tail. The Princess, calling her child’s name, faints. Llewelyn rushes into the baby’s room to find the cradle overturned, the bloodstained bedclothes thrown all over the floor – and no sign of his son. Filled with anger and grief he draws his sword and runs Gelert through. As the dog dies, he whimpers and his cries are answered by the sound of a baby crying from behind the overturned cradle. When Llewelyn pulls aside the cradle he finds his son unharmed and the bloody body of a huge wolf next to him. Gelert had in fact killed the wolf as it tried to attack Llewelyn’s son.
Filled with remorse, Llewelyn buries Gelert in a meadow nearby and marks his grave with a cairn of stones. The village of Beddgelert (‘Gelert’s grave’) owes its name to this site.
The Skies Our Ministers
Sitting here putting together a sermon for tomorrow morning on Psalm 19…
I love God’s creation. I always have.
For years I wanted to be a zoologist – not mainly because I like science, or scientific study – actually I was always a woeful science student at school. I think I mainly wanted to be a zoologist because I have always enjoyed (and been intensely effected by) watching, monitoring, soaking-up God’s creation.
Our daily lives blind us and numb us to its effects, but if we submerge ourselves…
God speaks, and God heals.
I absolutely agree with these words from Charles Spurgeon and John Stott:
Spurgeon: “A day’s breathing of fresh air upon the hills or a few hours’ ramble in the beech woods’ umbrageous calm, would sweep the cobwebs out of the brain of scores of our toiling ministers who are now but half alive. A mouthful of sea air, or a stiff walk in the wind’s face, would not give grace to the soul, but it would yield oxygen to the body, which is next best.“
Stott: “We seem to have a good doctrine of redemption, but a bad doctrine of creation. Yet God has given us in nature and in scripture a double self-revelation. So nature study and Bible study should go hand in hand. Both are explorations into the revelation of God.”
Psalm 19 tells us that God ’speaks’ to us through the sky:
“The heavens are telling the glory of God; and the firmament proclaims his handiwork.
Day to day pours forth speech, and night to night declares knowledge. There is no speech, nor are there words; their voice is not heard; yet their voice goes out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world.“
God’s people need only take the time to ‘look up’ and appreciate the magnitude of what He has provided for us, and to ‘hear’ Him speak – declaring His own glory.
10 Reasons Why: My Dog is Better than Your Dog
There’s no debate, but just so you know…
10. He’s a Staffordshire Bull Terrier. Best breed in the business.
09. He’s the perfect mix of Hell-Hound and Cuddle-Puppy.
08. Pound-for-pound, he makes The Incredible Hulk look like Bill Gates.
07. Staffies were bred to tease Bulls and fight bigger dogs.
06. He’s more obedient than your dog.
05. He’s putty-in-the-hands of friends, the teeth-bearing worst nightmare of intruders.
04. He learns new tricks/commands in minutes. Seriously.
03. He’s better looking than your dog… Not that he cares.
02. He has never, not once, barked/snapped/nipped/or showed the slightest sign of disrespect or disloyalty to me. Your Jack Russell, Labrador, Poodle, [insert your dog's breed here] has.
01. He attacked and chased an intruder out of my house, in the middle of the night, when my wife was home alone. Never loved him more!






