He lives in Sydney, I think, is a dad and is (unlike me) super fit. Triathlon fit. I hate him (only joking) (Seriously) (I mean about the joking) His blog is called superchilled.
He did a post on religion and I thought when I read it, yup, so true. For me, religion isn't about listening to someone else telling me about how evil I am or other people are, it's about me trying harder to love my neighbour, to be a nicer person, to make the world a better place. I like hymns 'cos I like singing, but my memories of church are of crushing -- crushing -- boredom. Not to mention major theological doubts (is absence of evidence evidence of absence?)
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