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…

like sands through an hourglass

Time in the modern world seems to be in short supply. I recall staring out across Anzac Parade a few years ago, one hot afternoon in the weeks just before Christmas. The Rush was upon us, with parking wars aplenty, and shops overflowing…

Manna

When least expected, The manna Comes. Like a burst  of lightning in a moonless desert night -Azriel Yakov, Manna     Manna seems a strange place to begin thinking about money. But maybe we can’t think…
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A new hope...

It's been a day of significant steps for Hope Uniting Church. And I'm feeling tired and excited at all the possibilities before us. Our next Newsletter published (great work Myrle), a big financial hurdle crossed, our website nearing…