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About:
I'm Steve: Son of the Heavenly Father. Father of 3 very earthy boys, and an equally adventurous daughter. Serving God's Church as a Senior Associate Presbyter at St Andrew's Cathedral, Sydney. Previously I'd spent around 11yrs in Fairfield, Sydney as an Assistant Minister and Planting Pastor. With a love of God, and an interest in ethics, art, design, literature, cricket, and the beach, I'm having trouble narrowing down the focus of this blog. This blog’s title shares inspiration credit between i) the 70’s computer space-invader phenomenon of my childhood, and ii) the 3rd stanza of a poem written by one of my current favourite authors, Oliver O’Donovan - see right. 
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Buckle Street
High where the valley’s edge gave a line to the Old road that bore Rome’s rulers and warriors Along the wild hill-spine, and steered them Down to the plains and the ways of judgment, There flows a stream now, bedded in rubble and Unnaturally suspended above the banks Of ancient plunging woodlands, calmly Watering genial upland pastures So Grace, the invader, scornful of gravity, Follows the traces left by our interdicts, Scoops out from hard-core legal strictures Runnels of kindly communication. | ||