Logopond

If you need inspiration for logo branding have a look at Logopond. Click on the image below.

Paint.NET

As stated in an earlier blog entry, the freeware graphics programs I use are either Irfanview, Faststone Image Viewer or PhotoFiltre. I have now found another one that is also very intuitive and unlike PhotoFiltre also manages layers! It's called Paint.NET and it's a great program. Click on the image below and give it a whirl!

Moffsoft FreeCalc

Moffsoft FreeCalc is a great replacement for your existing Windows calculator. It not only includes the standard Windows calculator functionality but also the following added features:

• Adjustable calculator size - Make it any size you want and Moffsoft FreeCalc will remember the size and position next time you use it.
• Tape - Save, print, or clear the simulated paper history tape.
• Color schemes - Select a color combination or use your Windows color settings.
• New keys - Clear Tape {CT}, double zero {00}, triple zero {000}, and memory subtract {M-} keys have been added.
• Visible memory value - You'll always know what's in memory because it's displayed on the calculator status bar.
• Option settings - Flat buttons, always on top, tray icon, run on startup, and hiding the tape are some of the calculator options.
• Digit groupings - Number groupings for easy to read numbers.
• International support - Digit grouping and decimal point characters change based on your regional settings.
• Tray icon - Turn on the tray icon for quick and easy access.
  
  
  

The Vision

Signs seen on a wall at the Papanui Christian Youth Centre in Christchurch. A vision for youth and for all that call themselves children of God.

THE Vision...

SO this guy comes up to me and says "Whats the vision? What's the big idea?" I open my mouth and words come out like this....

The Vision?

The vision is JESUS -
obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.
The vision is an army of young people. You see Bones?
I see an army!
And they are FREE from Materialism.



They Laugh at 9-5 little Prisons
They could eat caviar on monday and crusts on tuesday.
They wouldn't even notice.
They know the meaning of the matrix, the way the west was won.
They are mobile like the wind they belong to the nations.
they need no past port {passport]. People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their strange existance. they are free yet they are slaves of the hurting and Dirty and DYING



Whats the VISION?

The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes. it Makes children laugh and adults angry.

It gave up the game of minimum integrity long ago to reach for the stars. It scorns the good and strains for the best. It is dangerously pure.

Light flickers from every secret motive, every private conversation.

It loves people away from their suicide tears, their satan games.

This is an army that will lay its life down for the cause.

A million times a day its soldiers choose to lose that some day they might win the great "WELL DONE" of faithful sons and daughters.



Such heroes are as radical monday morning as sunday night. they don't need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and hear the crowds chanting again and again "COME ON"

and this is the sound of the underground. The whisper of history in the making. Foundations shaking. Revolutionaries dreaming once again. Mystery is scheming in whispers. Conspiracy is breathing... this is the sound of the underground. and the army is discipl(in)ed.

Young people who beat their bodies into submission. Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrade at arms. the tattoo on their back boasts "For me to live is Christ and to die is gain"
Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their upward eyes
Winners, Martyrs
who can stop them?
Can hormones hold them back?



Can failure succeed?

Can fear scare them or death kill them? And the generation prays like a dying man with groans beyond talking, with warrior cries, sulphuric tears and with great barrow loads of laughter! Waiting - watching: 24:7 - 365

Whatever it takes they will give:
Breaking the rules. Shaking mediocrity from its cosy little hide. laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs, laughing at labels, fasting essentials.

Advertisers cannot mould them, hollywood cannot hold them. Peer pressure is powerless to shake their resolve at late night parties before the cockerel cries. They are incredibly cool, dangerously attractive inside - on the outside? they hardly care. they wear clothes as costumes to communicate and celebrate but never to hide.

Would they surrender their image or popularity?



They would lay down their very lives - swap seats with the man on death row - guilty as hell. A throne for an electric chair.

With blood and sweat and many tears, with sleepless nights and fruitless days, they pray as if it depends on God and live as if it depends on them.

Their DNA choose JESUS . (he breathes out, they breathe in) their subconscious sings. they had a blood transfusion with Jesus.

Their words make demons scream in shopping centres. Don't you hear them coming?

Herald the weirdos!

Summon the losers and the FREAKS



Here come the frightened and forgotten with fire in their eyes. they walk tall and trees applaud, skyscrapers bow, mountains are dwarfed by these children of another dimension. thjeir prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of eden.

And this vision will be. It will come to pass, it will come easily, it will come soon. How do I know? Because this is the longing of creation itself, the groaning of the spirit, the very dream of God.

My tomorrow is his today. My distant hope is his 3D. My feeble, whispered, faithless prayer invokes a thunderous, resounding, bone-shaking great AMEN from Angels, heroes of the faith, from Christ himself. And he is the original dreamer, the ultimate winner

GUARANTEED.

© Pete Greig The Vision ___ prayer