rain or shine folks

That's right, rain or shine, we'll be enjoying the great outdoors this Saturday at our annual student welcome weekend. Don't wear your formal clothes, they might get a wee bit soiled. Don't forget, we'll be meeting at the Commonwealth pool at 2pm. The bus leaves at 2.15 so don't be late. Actually, you can catch up with us if you are running behind and that's all I can say.

While you are here, go read this, in light of entering in upon our study of who God is I think this is something worth thinking about in our self-focus emotion-led society and churches. It's a little long (relative to blog posts, though if you are used to Warden by now you should be just fine), but well worth it.

Now go read DC's post below.

Hungry?

'Political correctness'. Good grief, it's everywhere. Just ask the embattled defenders of the Fourth Estate, the purveyors of quality, objective reportage at the Daily Mail. They'll tell you. Fat controllers who can't be referred to as fat, gnomes with big ears who can't be called 'Big Ears' - the whole world has officially gone mad. Oh for a place free from it; a place where you can leave the requisite 21st century guardedness at the door. A place where you can consume food so rich and artery-clogging that it renders you immobile for about three weeks. A place where you can park your horse and 18-wheel truck in the same 'lot'. Oh for the Big Texan.

You heard it here first (probably because it isn't true) - Tony Christie wasn't looking for 'Sweet Marie' when he asked for directions to Amarillo. He was looking for the place where, at least according to the website (I know, I'm not sure I believe it either), 'entertainment is better known as EATertainment'. Hmm. Anyway, not to worry, their punnage gets a lot better in a minute. The Big Texan isn't just about puns, though - oh no. It's about good ol' fashioned American 'family values' - and in particular the family value that focuses on consuming as much beef as is humanly possible, in the shortest amount of time.

Just having a cursory glance at the menu is enough to send your cholesterol level through the roof. A 60-oz. pitcher of whatever beverage you fancy at 7am? No probs- it's on the breakfast menu. As is a 16-oz. T-Bone steak. For breakfast! Then there's the 'appetizers', including that old family favourite 'fried rattlesnake'. No doubt in response to lessons hard learned, the good folks at the 'Texan are quick to warn that deep fried Kaa doesn't contain too much meat, but rather lots of bones - still, at only the equivalent of about three quid, I'd give it a punt.

This place is a certified wild west theme park, except it's still kind of real - I imagine it'd be like spending time on the set of Back To The Future 3. The on-site motel has parking spaces large enough to accommodate everyone, even if 'your rig is bigger than most' (and I bet most of the rigs are already mighty big), there's a shootin' gallery and a dance barn, and even, fabulously, an adjacent 'horse hotel' where you can park your little pony or noble steed for the night. How cool is that? Very. Wouldn't fancy the return journey, though, especially if I'd just tackled the pièce de résistance of the Big Texan, the king of steaks, the one whose 'robust flavour' has earned it 'the Royal title of 'Sir Loin'' (officially the greatest pun of all time), the patented 72-oz. Big Texan steak.

This gargantuan beast started life no, not as a cynical marketing ploy playing on the uniquely American concept of gluttonous endeavour as personal achievement (you cynic you), but as a homage to a cowboy known only as 'a cowboy' who 'came through the front door bragging that he was so hungry that he could eat the whole cow'. As the anonymous but (I would imagine) highly respected Texas food historian continues:

'Bob (R. J. 'Bob' Lee, the founder of the Big Texan) grinned as he put the first one-pound steak on the grill and the contest was on. When the cowboy finally hollered 'calf-rope' (I'm assuming that's Texan for 'Help me, I can't breathe') he had consumed four and a half pounds of tasty Texas beef. Bob vowed (I imagine solemnly) from that day forward the dinner would be served 'free' to anyone who could complete it in one hour. In those days, the dinner - shrimp cocktail, salad, baked potato, bread and 72-oz. steak- only cost $9.95. Today, challengers pay $72.00 for the experience.'

And what an experience. On accepting this grave challenge, you are led to an individual table on a podium, the timer ticking above your head, where all the other diners can watch your struggle. Kind of like the boy in Matilda, except this time you've asked for it. Of course, you can't leave the table, or have any contact with anyone else - to do so, I imagine, would be considered an insult to the memory of the great cowboy. On completion, not only do you get the usual T-shirt, certificate combo that Harry Ramsden's used to do when you finished their insignificant-by-comparison 'Harry's Challenge', but you also have your name placed onto the 'hall of fame', where it will stand for all time alongside some 8,000 other heroes (out of 42,000 challengers), including 'an 11-year-boy and a 69-year-old grandmother'. If you really want to achieve beef-eating greatness, then the all-time record belongs to Frank Pastore, a former baseball pitcher who ate the lot in nine and a half minutes.

Have a look at the website. You can buy Big Texan merchandise, read all about their very own 'epicurean masterchef' Daniel Lee, and see which celebrities have stumbled across the place, presumably while also trying to find Amarillo (Patrick Swayze and James Earl 'Mufasa' Jones are but two). You can even watch people attempting the challenge on a live webcam! It makes you wonder why on earth our good Reverend ever left the Lone Star State. Fantastically, you can also now have one of these behemoths delivered to your door - I personally think it would make for fabulous last-week-of-Index entertainment. Doubt it would be allowed though, on health and safety grounds if nothing else. It's political correctness gone mad. go to main page

Are you a "cryer"?

Lately I’ve been making my ways through the Psalms. I am continually confronted with the chasm between how David and I come to trials! He understood that God is a refuge for His children. Instead of wallowing in his tears, David ran to the LORD in midst of “distress” (Ps. 59:16) and cried out to Him in prayer. David knew that change (in circumstance or his heart’s response to situations in his life) only comes from the Lord!

-“Hear my cry, O God, listen to my prayer; from the end of the earth I call to you when my heart is faint. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I, for you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the enemy.” (Ps. 61:1-3).
-“Be to me a rock of refuge, to which I may continually come; you have given the command to save me, for you are my rock and refuge” (Ps. 71).
-“My prayer is to you, O LORD, at an acceptable time, O God, in the abundance of your steadfast love answer me in your saving faithfulness” (Ps. 69:13).

Often my cries to God become faint, desperate whining. Why was David able to call confidently on his Lord? How could he boldly appeal for his listeners to trust in God in the midst of their trials? “Trust in Him at all times, pour out your hearts before him; God is a refuge for us”(Ps. 62:8). He knew God. He acknowledged God to be all He claimed. As I look to the year ahead at INDEX my heart is thrilled to learn who God is and what He is like. My prayer is that this study will help me and you become better criers!

Politics Schmolitics

Politicians. What would we ever do without them, eh? If pontification is an artform (and if it is then I think I should send off an application for funding to the Arts Council immediately - I'm the Tony Hart of pontification) these lads and lasses would get even Watercolour Challenge's Hannah Gordon salivating, and she's a tough woman to please (plus she went to my school - little known fact that). But wait, what's that you say, you haven't warmed to a politician since Lou Carpenter hung up his Erinsborough Mayoral robes for the last time? Well, allow me to introduce you to a politician that, I think you'll agree, we can all admire: step forward John 'J' Neeley Johnson.

This man was an absolute legend. I don't want to get involved in the mirky, labyrinthine world of third-and-fourth party politics in the United States in the mid 19th century, so there will be no discussion here of the merits or otherwise of the nonetheless fabulously-named 'Know-Nothing Party'. Suffice to say, it's an extremely contentious period in American history, the ramifications of which are, arguably, still being keenly felt today - feel free to study it for yourself, and if you fancy a debate, you know where to find me. (Wayne's office before 10 on a Sunday morning in case you don't, come early 'cause we pray at 10 though). No, pah to the politics, I say - JJ sounds like a hoot.

Unfortunately, there's only a tantalizing glimpse of this man available in the public domain, but it's certainly enough to whet the appetite. In case that link didn't work for some reason, or if you simply can't be bothered to click it (credit to you for reading all the way to here if you're that lazy, though), the gist is that he comes across as a bit of a character to say the least. A lovely antidote to today's faceless bureaucrats, and I must say I share his pedanticalness for all things grammatically shoddy (before you say it, smarty pants, that doesn't apply to blog entries). Now, if anyone can tell me if it's his wife whose name was lent to Zabriskie Point (the Floyd connections with which I'm sure you're all aware) then I would be most grateful - not eternally I wouldn't think, but for a few days at least.

Oh, and by the way, while we're on the political theme, did you know that Charles the Bald (numbered Charles II of France and the Holy Roman Emperor, who lived June 13, 823 – October 5 or 6, 877) wasn't actually bald? Maybe he just wanted to be considered 'clean'. The things you learn on the Index blog. go to main page

Evil Andrew Fuller

There are times in the history of the church where God has been pleased to bind together a band of saints whom he particularly uses to accomplish mighty things for the kingdom. Many of these ‘bands’ may come to your mind just now. The late 18th and early 19th century was possessor of one of the mightiest collections of men who gave their all for Christ and were blessed by God. Not because of anything in themselves were their labours blessed, but because God wanted to magnify his grace and power in the weakness and sinfulness of these men.

This group is, of course, composed of William Carey, Andrew Fuller, John Ryland, Samuel Pearce, and John Sutcliffe among others. The unfathomable reach of the Baptist Missionary Society in its earliest years displayed the power of God and his word. While Carey, Marshman, and Ward were toiling in India, Fuller was ‘ropeholding’ in Britain. Much of his role, somewhat reluctantly, was to be the theologian and apologist for the BMS and a revival among the particular Baptist churches. It seems Fuller is now receiving the attention he deserves as much is being written on him and a critical edition of his works is upcoming.



If one were to sit down and read the journal entries found in Ryland’s account of Fuller’s Life and Death, he would be struck by the repeated and strong despising of Andrew Fuller by himself. Fuller’s sense of his sin and depravity was great. The reader almost finds himself saying “Take it easy on yourself, it can’t be that bad. Look at all that you have done and are doing.” Yet, maybe it was precisely because Fuller refused to be soft on himself and his sin that he was the choice instrument the Lord used so significantly. When considering God’s preservation of his people and the completion of his commenced work in them, it was the fact that Fuller himself would be kept and would one day see conformity to Christ that amazed him.

“How great a matter is Christian perseverance, to hold out to the end and be saved! I have sometimes wondered at the grace in that astonishing gradation, Jude 24. What “Him” must that be that is able to keep me from falling—and to present me—to present me faultless—faultless before the presence of his glory—and that with joy—yea, with exceeding joy!”

“Aug. 16, 1781.—In reading Dr. Owen, to-day, the end of predestination seemed sweet to me; namely, conformity to the image of God’s dear Son.”

It wasn’t the backslider in his congregation that put him in awe of the mighty work of God to save and sanctify someone, but himself who experienced God’s saving and sanctifying that put him in wonder of the sovereign unbreakable work of his Saviour. May our wonder and awe be renewed this day that God would keep me from falling. It is in this place that God will find men and women who are ready to be used by him.

Miss Davidson

On the 8th of February 1984 Naomi Kay Davidson entered the world in Raigmore Hospital in Inverness. That’s in the Highlands of Scotland, in case you don’t know.

She was a pleasant child and caused her parents much rejoicing hence the name Naomi Kay as it does mean pleasant rejoicing. She was born with a full head of black hair which now in her early twenties is a lighter shade of blonde with every passing month. Not to say that her hair is not naturally blonde but rather that perhaps an enhancement is present.

Naomi atended Caol (pronounced COOL) Primary School and her favourite teacher was primary 5 teacher, Miss Nicholson. She had a sunny disposition as a child and was therefore cast as a sunbeam in the end of school play (1990). This was a moment of joy for Naomi as she got to prance around on stage wearing yellow tights and a smile. All you need, some would say.

In 1995, Naomi moved on to Lochaber High School where she excelled in talking; in class and out, chatting; with both teachers and peers and blethering to all who would come her way. This was a particular problem at some points in her life such as the time when she was made an example of by Miss Reid (Higher Admin) and was sent to the principles office. Naomi was filled with dread but was met by a warm smile and a request for babysitting duty at the weekend. Naomi has a way with words. Naomi has contributed much to society and she has tried to be an upstanding member of the communities which she has been part of. Perhaps her crowning moment, to date, has been the role of narrator in Lochaber High Schools production of ‘Joseph and His Technicolor Dreamcoat’ a role in which she sang to 500 people a night and wowed more with her charisma.

On a more serious note, Naomi has been a Christian since she was a young girl, however through her teenage years she lost her way and wandered off, only to fully recommit her life at the age of 17 years. This was the best decision Naomi ever made and she could testify to the Love, Grace, Faithfulness and Joy of the Lord in her own heart for many A4 pages. Naomi loves to spend time in fellowship with other believers and to discuss how to practically apply what the Lord is teaching her.

Naomi is resuming studies in the Autumn after a break in Nursing Training. She is looking forward to the challenges that the next few years hold. Naomi enjoys socialising and can often be found trying to organise expeditions and exploits for her and her friends. Naomi loves flowers and pink.

Habbakuk 3:18/19

“Yet I will rejoice in the Lord. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation. The Sovereign Lord is my strength! He will make me as surefooted as a deer and bring me safely over the mountain.”

DC Warden: Over-punctuating like his life depended on it since 1982

They say that we're living in the Information Age these days. (They? I mean the smart folks). The Knowledge Economy. Knowledge is power. Roger Waters may have asked in 1987's hit-and-miss effort Radio KAOS 'Who Needs Information?', but it seems that we all, like Johnny 5, 'need input', and that that input can make not a lot of people a whole lot of money. While the Big Bad World out there might try and tell us that there is no point in searching for absolute truth, it is certainly encouraging us to fill our mind wheelbarrows full to overflowing with pointless trivia. Television, radio, films, magazines, Internet are all supplying it by the bucketload - the cultural plethora is, truly, a veritable one. Well, fear not dear reader because I'm here to provide you with even more of it here at the Index blog ('Huh?' - ML)*.

For those of you who may find yourselves from time to time perusing the vast expanses of pap on cable television's less prestige channels, or failing that ITV's interminable Grandstand-busting Saturday afternoon fare ('Hollywood's Greatest Stuntmasters' anyone?), you may be aware of a programme called 'Ripley's Believe It Or Not' presented by Dean 'Superman' Cain. Well, if you are, then this little column follows much the same principle, but without the 'atmospheric' tracking camera shots of the Cainster in a smoke filled studio, more's the pity. And now, with just a little more ado, let's get to our first 'amazing' story.

Passenger 57. Executive Decision (yes, the one where a top-billed Steven Segal dies in the opening scene - I'm still waiting for my refund Warner Brothers). Airforce One. Con 'put the bunny back in the box' Air. Turbulence. And even (to a lesser extent) Turbulence 2. There can surely be no doubt that some of the finest pieces of sophisticated, thought-provoking Cinéma vérité have emerged out of the dramatic set-up of the airplane in crisis. But what happens when there is no Snipes, Russell, Cage, Liota or even the good ol' Mr President himself to save the day? Step forward the intrepid crew of BA flight 5390. (Actually, that sounds more like a Michael Buerk lead-in for a 999 story. Remember that guy who somehow managed to get a javelin through his neck? And how they'd always try and justify their weekly celebration of all things tragic by including adverts for first aid courses? You weren't fooling no one, Buerky). Those were the days. Anyhow, that's the ado taken care of, so let's get to it.

1990. The Berlin wall has just fallen. Iraq invades Kuwait. Italy plays host to the most boring football tournament ever staged. James 'Buster' Douglas knocks out 'Iron' Mike Tyson in Tokyo. At the Toronto Skydome, Hulk Hogan squares off against the Ultimate Warrior in the 'Ultimate Challenge'. Hibs win the Tennents' Sixes. Elias James Corey wins the Nobel Prize for - ('I thought you said that was it with the ado' - ML)*. Anyway, even with all this going on, it was just another June morning for the 81 passengers, 4 cabin crew and 2 flight crew on the BA flight 5390 from Birmingham to Malaga. You've seen the films - there's the lovely old couple (she's scared of flying), the young child playing with the toy plane, the amorous couple, the off-duty cop/naval officer/anti-terrorist officer/fireman/soldier heading back to his young wife and child, and the faceless extras. Good grief, that's some fine scene-setting even if I do say so myself. And now, like the lazy hack that I am, I'll let Wikipedia pick up the story:

At 7:33 AM, the cabin crew had begun to prepare for meal service. The plane had climbed to 17,300 feet, and was moving over Didcot, Oxfordshire. Suddenly, passengers heard a loud bang, and the fuselage quickly filled with condensation. The left windshield, located on the commander's side of the cockpit, had suffered a catastrophic failure. Tim Lancaster (the captain) was jerked out of his seat by the rushing air and blown head first out of the cockpit; however, his knees had snagged onto the flight controls. The door to the flight deck was blown out onto the radio and navigation console, while papers and other debris in the passenger cabin began blowing towards the cockpit. On the flight deck at the time, flight attendant Nigel Ogden quickly latched his hands onto the commander's belt. Susan Price and another male flight attendant began to reassure passengers, secure loose objects, and take up emergency positions.
It was immediately apparent that the aircraft had suffered an explosive decompression, so the copilot began an emergency descent, re-engaged the temporarily disabled autopilot, and broadcast a distress call. Due to the rushing air on the flight deck, Atchison was unable to hear the response from air traffic control. The difficulty in establishing two-way communication indirectly led to a delay in British Airways being informed of the emergency and consequently delayed the implementation of the British Airways Emergency Procedure Information Centre plan.
Ogden, still latched onto Lancaster, had begun to suffer from frostbite, bruising, and exhaustion. He was relieved by the remaining two flight attendants. However, by this time, Lancaster had already shifted an additional 6 to 8 inches out the window. From the flight deck, the flight and cabin crew were able to view his head and torso through the left direct vision window.
The co-pilot eventually received clearance from air traffic control to land in Southampton, while the flight attendants managed to free and hold onto Lancaster's ankles for the remainder of the flight. By 7:55 AM, the aircraft had landed safely on Runway 02 in Southampton Airport. Passengers immediately disembarked from the front and rear stairs, and emergency crews retrieved Lancaster, who incredibly had suffered only minor injuries.

The first-hand account of this incident is incredible, and this one, from the Sydney Morning Herald, has one of my favourite photos ever - in my opinion it sums up the indomitable British spirit better than any amount of pseudo-intellectual sociological musing could ever hope to do. Btw, for those of you who despair over the state of contemporary print journalism, give the SMH a try. They have a tendency to give more column inches to alternative news stories than your average rag, and more importantly can always be relied upon to supply fabulous punnage in their headlines, this story being no exception.

Well, that's all for now. If your appetite for the quirky and inane has been only temporarily satisfied, then please come back here again soon for the next installment. Any positive feedback is gratefully received. Any negative feedback should be considered misguided and, hence, remain suitably undisclosed. Peace out.


* editorial exclamation copyright Private Eye go to main page

Getting Started

Greetings fellow Indexers. We had a great time Sunday night listening to the music of Clive Parnell, meeting new folks, and catching up after a summer filled with numerous and distinct experiences for all of us. We're looking forward to the return of our Heriot-Watt contingent who still manage to wait until October to start.

A brief word about this blog. There should be numerous posts each week provided by the wonderful team of folks who have been affectionately known as the core team. There should be a variety of posts, and styles of course. There will also be information about upcoming Index evenings with some thoughts and questions on the topic that we will be looking at. And, finally, there will also be activity or event information on here so that we all know what is going on. Currently the link to our homepage is working and hopefully will remain so, that gives a bit more info than can be found here.

We are going to wait one more week before we start properly into our programme for the year so that everyone should be around when we begin our study of God on 1 Oct at the welcome weekend. That being the case, we will be having a one-off teaching topic this coming Sunday that will in some way be related to a sermon that will be given on the Sunday of the welcome weekend based on Ephesians 5.15-16. This week we will be looking at the life of Adoniram Judson. He was a man who lived to die.

Judson was the first American overseas missionary (and he was Baptist too - changing his view after 5 months on a boat crossing half the world) and went to Burma (now Myanmar). No different than you and me, he lived with eternity in view and the Lord mightily used him. During our time together Sunday night we will consider what it means and what it looks like to live to die.

Tim

Given Name: Timothy Warren Cunningham

Came into existance: 15 December 1979 (roughly speaking)

Favourite Verses:
Hosea 6:1-3 - Come, let us return to the Lord. ...He will revive us after two days; He will raise us up on the third day that we may live before Him.
So let us know, let us press on to know the Lord. His going forth is as certain as the dawn; and He will come to us like the rain, like the spring rain watering the earth.

Psalm 16:11 - You will make known to me the path of life; in Your presence is fullness of joy; in Your right hand there are pleasures forever.

Also 2 Peter 1:2-3 (this year's Index programme text)

Favourite Places:
Local: Arthur's Seat
Abroad: Norway (because it is exceptionally beautiful and rugged)
Papua New Guinea (Goroka Valley - because of its ideal climate and scenery)

Interesting Facts:

• Born in Austria
• Am an American Citizen
• Permanent Resident of the UK - most of life spent in UK
• Lived in Papua New Guinea for a year with parents. Our house was made of flattened and weaved bamboo, and was on stilts (it was called the 'Bush House'). One morning I opened my eyes to see a banana spider, which had a span larger than my hand, suspended about about two feet from my head.
• I have four older siblings.
  

Emily

Name: Emily Elizabeth Luehrmann

Born: October 23, 1979 in New Jersey, USA

AKA: Mikey’s wife, Anna’s mum, mama luey

Favourite Scripture: The story of Rebekah in Gen. 24. It’s amazing how Abraham's servant prayed so specifically & God answered EXACTLY! And then to read the blessing of Rebekah's brother, "Our sister, may you become thousands of ten thousands, and may your offspring possess the gate of those who hate them!" that has come to pass so vividly in Scripture! This story encourages me to pray specifically & TRUST in God's promises.

Favourite Places: En Gev on the Sea of Galilee, curled up with a book & latte or anywhere my husband & daughter are!

Interesting facts:
- My big brother and I started collecting Hard Rock Café guitars in 1982 and are now members of the Hard Rock Café Pin Collectors Club. If you’re over you can see my collection of over 100 guitars on display in Anna’s room!
- Card making is my fav creative outlet. Then I have personal cards to write, which is also something I love to do!
- I love lattes! Would love to have you round for one soon!
- I spent an amazing semester of uni studying in Israel where the Bible went from black & white to color as I SAW the places where God's redemption story unfolded. I also had an adventuresome six-day trip in Egypt on about 35 GBP!

Mikey

Name: Michael William Luehrmann

Born: March 13, 1978 in Houston, Texas

AKA: Mikey
Luey (you have to shorten the name, but adding the ‘y’ works just fine)
Reverend



Life verse: Leviticus 13.40 – If a man’s hair falls out from his head he is bald, he is clean.

Favourite Phrases: Particularly.

Interesting facts:
- Though I grew up in Texas (cowboy country) I was never a cowboy and have a strong dislike of country music.
- I still try to abide by the rule I learned from Julius “Dr. J” Erving (greatest basketball player ever) of eating 3 hours before a sporting competition.
- I like books (particularly old books), Scottish history (particularly the 19th century), food (particularly Mexican), computers (particularly Apple), church history (particularly the reformation), baptists (particularly credo).
- Without Christ, life is pointless. He is everything.

Laura Kennedy

Laura Ann Kennedy aka irnbrulaura
Made in Scotland, Livingston, 1981, April 23rd.

Laura:-(name def). Fun loving, Fast driver, Fast talking. Laura's, esp this one, are happiest in their natural environment, i.e, shopping for shoes and handbags. Most animated under the influence of caffiene.

Nicknames: Paura, lassie (at one time known for good impression of dog barking!?!), dumbo, miss tornado, irnbrulaura

Famous for: an amazing ability to break stuff, avoidnig speeding tickets, being 'practical', making crispy cakes Was addicted to irn bru for many years but has been totally 'clean' since Jan 06!!

Favourite verse: Romans 5 v 8 "But God showed his great love for us by sending Christ to die for us while we were still sinners"
Favourite food: chocolate!
Favourite film: Notting Hill

David C Warden

Name: David Charles Warden

Born: June 29, 1982 in Edinburgh, Scotland

AKA: 'Wee Dave' (1982 - Present)
'Disco Dave' (1990 - 1994)
'Davy Justice' (1991 - 1992)
'Dave Charlie/DC' (1994 - 2004)
'David/Mr Warden' (2004 - Present; NOTE: 'Churches don't seem to do nicknames, unless they are simply the person's surname with a 'y' on the end. And 'Wardeny' just does not work').

'Favourite' Bible verse: Proverbs 20:13

Love not sleep, lest thou come to poverty; open thine eyes, and thou shalt be satisfied with bread.

Favourite Phrases: 'Fantastic'
'Good grief no'
'You better believe it'
'I'm telling you'

'Interesting' Facts:

Won the Trinity Academy poetry competition in his first year at the school, aged 12, with a Christmas-themed work 'S. Claus'. He did actually use the name 'S. Claus' in the poem, as, in his own words, 'Santa wouldn't fit'. It would be his last poetic award.

He considers Bobby 'The Brain' Heenan to be 'the greatest broadcast journalist of his or indeed any generation', and one of his biggest influences.

A founding member of the university ('Napier isn't a college') rock-fusion band DC and his Warden's, for whom he played synthesisers and sang extremely high-pitched backing vocals.

Anna Belle Luehrmann

Name: Anna Belle Luehrmann

Born: June 23, 2005 in Edinburgh, Scotland

AKA: The Wee Boo
Little Munchkin
Little Boohead

Life verse: Psalm 115.3 – Our God is in the heavens; he does all that he pleases.
Lamentations 3.37 – Who has spoken and it came to pass, unless the Lord has commanded it.

Favourite Phrases: Ba!

Interesting facts:
- Though only a little over a year old, I have more hair than my dad.
- I like to read atlases.
- I have a pink handbag that I like to play with. Inside of it there is my ipod shuffle necklace, my 2 cars, my car keys, a frog, a porcupine, a dead watch, a little mirror, a make-up brush, and an empty make-up container. I enjoy putting make-up on my daddy’s head.
- Pink and purple are my favourite colours.

welcome

hello and welcome to indexing, the official blog of index at carrubbers christian centre. we will officially be starting up on 17 september having clive parnell and band coming for the evening. this blog is a place to stay up to date on the happenings of index, to interact with one another on the things we will be learning and discussing on sunday nights, and a place for the core team to post their most dignified and wise musings. we hope to have brief biographies of the core team up by the 17th. if you are new to carrubbers or returning, please come and join us on sunday nights in the oak hall at half 8.