It's been a year

  Like a candle burning wildly Raging soft against the night Spark that leaps to clear the shadows Sending warm disturbing light We are called to be the passion Hope stands strong against all pain For it’s only…

Catching onto God’s rhythm in the world

This last weekend I had the opportunity to worship with another congregation in another city. It was refreshing to hear the stories they are telling about God’s presence in their midst, to be reminded that God is at work in places beyond Hope…

Tonga and Cyclone Ian

  It is nearly two years ago that 18 members of Maroubra Junction UCA travelled to Tonga. Most of our time was spent with the incredible people of the Tongoleleka Free Wesleyan Church in Ha’apai. It was incredible experience of overwhelming…

something new

I sit here, enjoying a summery breeze on the balcony, pondering the year ahead. Last year was so full of new things- new for me and my family, new for us as a congregation. I wonder what the adventures will be for the year that is just…

Godless Galileans and Christmas lunch

Commenting on the activities of the early church, Roman Emperor Julian said, “The godless Galileans feed our poor in addition to their own.”* Oh to be known as Godless Galileans who feed others – regardless of who they belong to! Maybe…

absurd faith

On Saturday a few of us from Hope Uniting joined others from the Uniting Church across NSW and the ACT to unveil a giant patchwork quilt filled with artworks demanding an end to child detention. It was touch-and-go, rain poured down until just…

Hearing our own good news

  Over the last few weeks we've heard a number of small stories from people, about where they have seen and experienced hope: Kirsty shared of her experience of the new hospitality group, and the way they have embraced becoming…

Waiting for...

I recently spent a blissful weekend on retreat at the Benedictine Abbey in Jamberoo. It was so still and peaceful; it is a place of silence, prayer and meditation. One of the women accompanying me commented that she didn’t realise…

A palace in time

Those weeks when I find myself absent from Sunday worship, as earlier this month, I seem to lose track of time. There is a disjunction between the days and my sense of where I am. There is something missing, something intangible but non-negotiable…