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St Andrew's Fairfield

Locality: Fairfield, Victoria

Phone: +61 411 292 273

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25.01.2022 Always was, Always will be... Hiding your talent? Fearful of tyrants? Listen up...there is work to be done. Thanks to Mark, Indigo, Rev John Rickard, David from Family Camp and Kat xxx... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AsW57OUl2bs&feature=youtu.be

24.01.2022 Can a tree be your shepherd? Or a politician or a cleaner? Can we be the shepherds...for each other? Many thanks to Mark and Sharon and Indigo and Anthony and Anna and Paul.... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQejah0VcAE&t=11s

24.01.2022 Today we celebrate St Francis and all things wiggly and wild.It’s time to plant a new vineyard and work out what we really value. With thanks to Mark, Ange, Anndreana, Mark Dingle, Poppy and Anna.

23.01.2022 And the world breathes a sigh of relief! Welcome to worship on this VERY GOOD DAY Big thanks to Mark, Indi, Robert, Grace, Mathew and Craig https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GaJoaDwe6NQ&feature=youtu.be

23.01.2022 When 20 are Gathered in my Name... SUNDAY 8th NOVEMBER 2020 10am and 5pm... 2 WEE Outdoor Communion SACRED SPACE SERVICES BYO BREAD and WINE (Juice) BYO Picnic Blanket RSVP BOOKINGS to [email protected] BOOKINGS ESSENTIAL

21.01.2022 "Grief is not a feeling, Grief is Architecture" Stephen Jenkinson Welcome All Saints Day: Love and loss and letting go.... Thanks to Paul, Indigo, Barry, Anthony and Mark https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x8IC3r2QW54&feature=youtu.be

17.01.2022 Disaster Diary's: Day 1, Lockdown 3 'It’s like one of those action movies.. you know the apocalyptic one, ... where you run with your family and everything falls apart but at the end, you stagger out and fall down, with your arms around each other, (minor cuts and torn clothing) and you all start laughing, hysterically, coz you made it, you made it out alive.. but then you realise that you are not all there and there is one missing and you have left someone behind' What? 'It's how I feel, how I feel post lockdown, like we got through, but we left Dad behind’ He died 'I know that, I know.. But I think coz his death happened in the lockdown it all got confused together' Yep This was two days ago This conversation, leaning on a kitchen bench, tea in mug, lux, lumen light streaming through the window. And now here we are again. Some of us blindsided, others sagely shaking their heads, mouths set in grim, we told you so lines. My little one wakes super early and hops into bed with with me I'm angry she whispers Im angry at lockdown I smooth back her wild morning mane, I eat her with my eyes, 5 days with you my darling, we are the lucky ones, I know this, but the apocalyptic fear still stalks my guts this movie is not over yet

17.01.2022 Disaster Diary Day 3, Lockdown 3 There is a man who drives around my local suburb. He has a ute and it is always piled high with things that he has gathered from the side of the road. He straps this scrap, ... tight like a ship about to set sail and he cruises around, on the hunt for more. I have never seen him, just his ute and I have never known why he does what he does. But yesterday as I sat in my lockdown front room writing about Ash and Bone for Lent he pulled up out front. So I raced out and called cooeee, we have so much scrap and junk, you see. Turns out he’s been trawling these streets for years, turns out he’s in recovery, turns out he gives away anything good to opp-shops to sell and the rest to be recycled to pay his way everyday and turns out he reckons that of all the addictions gambling is the worst coz you can hide it so easily and look so OK for so long.... and the stories of the pain sat strapped on his back and we were silent for just a moment standing by the bins at the back of the church and then he smiled at me, a breaking, tooth scattered, ruddy skinned grin and looked at our scrap and said there’d be room in his bin, his travelling gypsy caravan of a ute. And we were happy, he and I on this lockdown afternoon

17.01.2022 I’m going to MC this ever so slightly awesome evening.. Ange and indi are muso’s for event xx

16.01.2022 Our Christmas service this year will be at the Fairfield Amphitheatre

16.01.2022 DON'T WASTE YOUR LIFE, CONTEXT IS ALL, GOD IS WITH YOU Oh lovely ones: Thank you! To....MARK, ANGE AND HER SISTER (SIGH) INDIGO, TILLY, NICKKI, WINSOME (ARTHUR FOR HIS CAMEO!!) AND REV STRINGER XX... https://youtu.be/x2jqmmoFI_w

16.01.2022 AWESOME OPPORTUNITY Uluru Dialogue Seminar Series During NAIDOC (8-15 Nov), the UNSW Indigenous Law Centre and Uluru Dialogue @UluruStatement.org have partnered together to host a Seminar Series. This 3 part series will provide a nuanced and detailed analysis of sequenced reform Voice, Treaty, Truth decided by the 13 dialogues that were held across this great land in the lead up to the 2017 Uluru First Nations Constitutional Convention and the Statement from the Heart formed ...at Uluru. Seminar 1 - VOICE Thursday 22 October, 6:00 - 7:30pm, register HERE This webinar will show why and how the First Nations cultural authority who participated in the dialogues, identified the need for substantive structural reform through the establishment of a constitutionally enshrined Voice to Parliament. Voice is first in the sequence outlined in the Uluru Statement from the Heart. Seminar 2 - TREATY Thursday 29 October, 6:00 - 7:30pm, register HERE This seminar will consider questions of Sovereignty and Treaty. It will also discuss how cultural authority who participated in the dialogues identified the Treaty process to be strengthened from a constitutionally enshrined Voice to Parliament sequenced first in the Uluru Statement from the Heart. Seminar 3 - TRUTH Thursday 5 November, 6:00 - 7:30pm, register HERE The final seminar will provide insight into what the process of truth-telling meant for the First Nations authority that participated in the dialogues and why it was considered to be important. The seminar will also answer the question as to why truth-telling might be achieved through a Truth Commission.

14.01.2022 THE CURE OF TROY Human beings suffer. They torture one another. They get hurt and get hard.... No poem or play or song Can fully right a wrong Inflicted and endured. History says, Don’t hope On the side of the grave,’ But then, once in a lifetime The longed for tidal wave Of justice can rise up And hope and history rhyme. So hope for a great sea- change On the far side of revenge. Believe that a further shore Is reachable from here. Believe in miracles. And cures and healing wells. Call miracle self-healing, The utter self revealing Double-take of feeling. If there’s fire on the mountain And lightening and storm And a god speaks from the sky That means someone is hearing The outcry and the birth-cry Of new life at its term. It means once in a lifetime That justice can rise up And hope and history rhyme. by Seamus Heaney

11.01.2022 Congratulations Victoria, Melbourne, Fairfield and all of us. We did it! What a dark and devastating future we have navigated our way past. It took all of us, together ... and we will all need to continue this work of love (and mask wearing and hand sanitising and testing and distance) but, lets just give ourselves a wee moment of well done well well done xxxxxx See more

11.01.2022 Christ the King? Christ the raggle taggle radical? Christ the Word? Who do we need Christ to be today? Big thanks, as always, to Mark and also to Kerry, Ian, Fleasy, Ange, Georgie and Jill and a choir from across the world... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_9Qpmtf-TBA&feature=youtu.be

09.01.2022 https://youtu.be/CC4pZkL8r3Y

09.01.2022 Hello dear ones, In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost. Ah, how hard a thing it is to tell what a wild, and rough, and stubborn wood this was, which in my thought renews the fear!... Dante Ok..here we go again..lockdown...but we are..match fit..we've got this! For those who wish..join me on a gentle zoom worship with space for small group reflection, poetry and prayer... 10am this Sunday 14th https://zoom.us/j/95498287469 love you all Alex

09.01.2022 Disaster Diary, Day 2, Lockdown 3 Text Message Received 6.45pm Saturday I know its only five days and my brain understands this ... but my nervous system is not catching up and is freaking out We are all doing this the best we can. Some of us have started baking again, almost instantly like a default, others have hits the parks pounding bone and muscle into purpose, for two hours a day and I yesterday, ( to my utter amusement ) finally cleaned out the spice cupboard above the stove, throwing into compost the dried up death of a 1000 plants. We are all doing our best So we got out of the forrest and now we are back, like Macbeth surrounded by Birnam Wood, we woke up and the trees were all around us. So some of us will picnic and some will tell fairy stories while soothing children who can no longer see the sky and some of us will wait outside the hospital gates and the nursing homes till we are allowed back in again and all of us will remember with our bodies that we have been here before

08.01.2022 Disaster Diary, Day 4, Lockdown 3 A Beginner's Guide to Bottling Fruit and Vegetables With tips on How to Prepare and Preserve Food for Long-Term Use Rules of Bottling Types of Jars Sterilizing Tips ... Equipment Necessary for Bottling Methods of Sterilization Hot Water Bath Method Oven Method Second Oven Method Boiling Tomatoes in Their Own Juice When I saw the boxes of tomatoes appear in the shops a week or so ago I felt a plea within myself- to myself- a plea of 'Oh no, not this year, do I have to? But I don't want to' and I hid the plea away with a firm and sensible response 'Of course you don't have to don't be silly, you are an adult, you can buy tomatoes in a can, its not the war, no one can make you' And I put that whole conversation away. But today I will go and buy a box and I will roll up my metaphorical sleeves and in between the meetings and the zooms and the home schooling around the kitchen table I will blanch and boil and sterilize and salt and lemon and slice and dice and eventually, I will stand back hands on hips and and stare content at the rows of bottled jewels upon the bench And my internal Gran will say 'well done, best to keep busy in a crisis, nothing like honest work to keep us going' yes gran, I will meekly say as I put the salt and lemons away Look at me I am the mistress of my fate after all

08.01.2022 Disaster Diary, Day 5, Lockdown 3 When I typed the word ‘ash’ into my computer, the form from the cemetery, for my mothers ashes, flashed up.... To whom it may concern For approval to inter cremated human remains details of the deceased, details of internment, name of cemetery, type of place of internment e.g. niche wall garden grave, term of rite of internment, tick box perpetual, tick box, 25 years and provide the date the rite of internment was granted to re- open the grave. My mother has been dead for 3 years and my father died only 5 months ago, deep in the dark of the Second Lockdown. So I know that we are but dust and ashes, and yet, I also know, as someone whose work can involve sitting with folk as they prepare to die, that we are so much more than just this. Ash, it’s an ancient symbol of grief or repentance; Ash, meaning, the "mortal remains of a person" Ash, meaning "Finely pulverized lava thrown from a volcano This last description sounds like a good description of grief. Simple everyday grief and also the bigger collective griefs, like this one we all hold, for our battered, locked down, world. We have all been: ‘Finely pulverized and thrown from a volcano’ Today is Ash Wednesday and Christians from around the world would normally be signed in ash to begin a time of repentance. But of course, this year, there is no coming together, let alone touching, let alone the Priest smearing the ash upon the waiting, vulnerable, intimate, forehead of the parishioner. Minister mates of mine are sharing tips online: "Maybe we could use charcoal sticks?" "Perhaps put it in patty pans?" "What about families anoint each other, in their bubbles?" "How’s about bowls of earth?" This messy, behind the scenes conversation, takes place as clergy, along with the rest of the world, grapple with the new normal. We did BYO communion We held worship outside I rode my bike and prayed with people on the street Maybe this year, the year we cannot touch, we can simply place our own hand, on our own skin and remember how pitifully, bravely, mortal we all are and maybe, this year, as we hang out with Jesus in the desert, we can resist the temptation to believe in the nihilistic myth that tells us that we are simply ash and that insists that we are all alone.

07.01.2022 What does it mean to have enough? What does it feel like to always need more? What would it be like to give it away and to keep on giving? What does it mean to give to Caesar what is Ceasers? What is left for God?... Many thanks to Mark, Paul, Andreana, Imogen, Kat, Indigo, Grace, Natalie, Ian and Marshall. https://youtu.be/wNHtPlgAWng

07.01.2022 Week 3: Tell a story of hope xx

02.01.2022 Advent begins.....! Enjoy this gorgeous offering from the Transforming Worship Circle...

01.01.2022 Welcome to Advent 1! Welcome to the beginning of the journey towards the stable.. Welcome to singing a song of Hope! And welcome to asking what a violent image of god does to our souls...... Thanks to Mark, Tilly, Indigo, Pearl, John Wardlaw and my sister ministers from NSW. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=leBJnt8KE90&feature=youtu.be

01.01.2022 Invitation into beauty....