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Here's an article from Newsweek that may make for an interesting read. I found In Search of the Spiritual listed on another blog. It encourages me to see something like this making big headlines in a publication like Newsweek. I have maintained for some time now that our greatest desire, hunger, thirst as human beings is for God. Since He's made us for Himself ( and He is Love ) our deepest, most innate yearning and longing is to love and be loved by the One in whom we become fully ourselves - the individual God dreamed, designed and destined us to be in relationship with Christ. This is where the REAL adventure begins . . . For more insight on identity, relationship and 'becoming' read Isaiah chapter 6 ( in the Old T es tament ) and watch Isaiah's transformation as he encounters Yahweh.

Please welcome Aidan Scott Tucker into this world. Aidan arrived at 5:35 a.m. GMT on Monday, August 29th 2005. He is a very healthy, hungry, calm little boy weighing in at 9 lbs. 1 oz. Christy is well and recouperating in a plush maternity ward with copious amounts of tea & toast at her disposal. She arrived at the hospital and was 7 cm dialated, then proceeded to give birth only 1 hour and 30 minutes later. She did so well and is due so much honour for her labouring to bring another life into this world. I am so proud of her - what a wife and what a mom! More to follow in the coming days. Click on the flickr image box on the right for a slide show of older pictures and recent ones of Aidan's arrival! God is good. Blessings on you all!

Just wanted to point your attention to a friends' blog. His name is John Daharsh . We worked together ( along with a great bunch of people ) at Willow Creek Community Church (Chicago, IL) in the late 90's. He is living in Colorado with his family and is a great artist . I've just feasted on some of his photography - it's amazing! Check it out here . Wonderful stuff John! Keep it coming!

My wife is the best. She, being three weeks away from her due date for our second child, allowed me to get away for 24 hours to do some camping with a few friends. It may not seem very special, except that she did this in addition to me traveling quite a bit with work the past few days. She's the bomb! I got out for the night with a couple of friends in the heart of County Down, Northern Ireland. We had an idyllic spot. It was called the Windy Gap - and it was extremely so. But David, Stephen and I managed to build a roaring fire and get the tents up in full view of the Mourne mountains to the south, and Belfast city to the north. What a spot! God speaks to me and refreshes me when I'm in the out-of-doors! It was a soul-satisfying trip. Here's few pictures.

I was told my father read the eulogy ( see below ) I wrote for my grandfather ( his dad ) at the funeral. Some of you may know that I haven't seen ( nor communicated much with ) my biological father for nearly 13 years. The last time I saw him I was 16. He wasn't around for my driving test, senior prom or high school graduation for that matter. He never visited me at university, he never met Christy ( my girlfriend of five years, now my wife ), he never showed up at our wedding or sent a card. He wasn't around for the graduation ceremony at Taylor University or our time with family before moving to Ireland. Don't get me wrong, I didn't really expect him to all of a sudden jump back into my life after a long hiatus, but I'd be lying if I said I hadn't wanted him to - or secretly wished he would. He has missed a huge portion of my life. And by the time I'm 32 I'll only have known him for half of my life. The thing that really gets on my n

Lately I've had the opportunity to do something that I haven't done since I attended Taylor University in the mid 90's. It still remains one of the most life-giving experiences I have ever had. I was able to work with creative types, have a good balance of administration and people time, work with a committed team, and if you haven't guessed yet . . it's concert promotion. My work with the Church of Ireland Youth Department has afforded me the opportunity to start booking bands again for our annual youth weekend in the Republic of Ireland . It's been great! I have re-educated myself ( more fully) about who's who amoungst the Christians in the music scene and then the networking began. I think I have a mild addiction to 'networking'! ;-) I have managed to narrow it down to five groups that may fit our budget and may have an opening in their touring to come to the Dublin area for a weekend. They are GRITS , House of Heroes (from my homet

For anyone who has no idea - or wants to learn more - about the ' Emerging Church ', here's your chance. It's laid out very clearly and easy to navigate. Thanks to Wikipedia.

This song describes well how I've been feeling lately. It's by a band called Model Engine ( formerly Black Eyed Sceva ) that I really enjoy which is no more. All good things must come to an end right? Well, thankfully not ALL good things . . . Suture Today's the day I draft my swan song borrowing heavy on the theme of the 51st Psalm I'm reticent, I am ill-secure I'm a bastard son in search of suture Here's to reversing the pole of my aum magnate it's attracted the worst of times I've had yet Take back this sin disease I don't want it Brought my temple down and left it haunted To be broken and have the wounds heal crooked The patient remains ill and looks it What resurrected what I had put to death showed me the prose but not the poetry of the flesh When your father figure is on temporary lease You keep your heart strings on the short leash To be broken and have the wounds heal crooked The patient remains ill and looks it To be b

Aunt Dee, Uncle Tommy, Grandpa Tucker (holding Neve) and I [summer 2004].