Who Am I

My name is Geoff Matheson. When I get frustrated with myself I call myself Geoffrey. I am passionate about God, youth, sport, and computers, although sadly not always in that order. I eat too much when I get lazy. I laugh too loudly and I do well at trivia quizzes. I am probably an INFJ and an enneagram 5.

I recently married the only woman in the world, Rebecca. She is much nicer, more articulate, tougher and much more beautiful than me, and yet she somehow found it in her heart to marry me. We live in a lovely little house in Ringwood, Victoria, Australia.

I barrack for Richmond, 1. FC Nürnberg, Chelsea, Melbourne Victory and the New England Patriots. I cry regularly. I think that “Last Goodbye” by Jeff Buckley is the greatest song ever released. I want to be more like Jesus. Bono is one of my heroes. My all time favourite novel might still be “Voyage Of The Dawn Treader”. I am a bad sport and I get far too competitive.

I have been in Uniting and Anglican churches (1 each) but have spent the last 10 years in the Vineyard and that is certainly where lots my theological understanding lies. I desperately want to be more missional and see that as the only way forward for the established church. I get almost equally frustrated at Bishop Shelby-Spong as I do at George W. Bush’s version of christianity. I desperately want to know more of the work of the holy spirit and start living that out.

I have a large nose and ears that are too big for my head. I am tall and beginning to become well built. I don’t play (AFL) football any more but if I did I’d be a centre-half back. I firmly believe that Becks is the best beer in the world. I think Germany is underrated. I think America is overrated. One of my favourite things in the world is to crank some good Aussie rock like Wolfmother, Jet or even the Living End, and dance around like a freak while no-one is watching. Or put on some Frankie Sinatra and sing along at the top of my voice.

I can’t read without noticing spelling mistakes. I missed my calling to be a journalist. I find bloggers inspiring and self-absorbed, often simultaneously. I use big words to make myself feel clever. I am willing to make myself vulnerable as long as I’m not in a one-on-one situation. I feel most comfortable talking to groups of people. I am scared of receptionists. Consumerism both tempts and disgusts me. I’m beginning to believe that the biggest reason the western world won’t do more to stop AIDS in Africa is sub-conscious racism. The only part I’m not sure about is whether or not it’s sub-conscious. The only thing that really embarrasses me is when I don’t know something that I feel like I should know. And obviously given that I have no trouble writing this much about myself, I am disgustingly self-absorbed.

So that’s just a little bit of who I am. It’s all true, even if it doesn’t give you a true reflection of who I am.

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Some Pretty Pictures Of Me (and my beautiful fiance wife)

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Me and my girl

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