Up around 8am, and found the Laundromat was shut. Managed to negotiate with the owner (the baker at Rosa Bakery) for him to do a very small load for me today and deliver it to the Albion Hotel by tonight.
Breaky there at the bakery!
Curious thing as I'm getting nearer to Orange, where my family is I'm wanting to speed up and make it with a day to spare, before the retreat with friends that I committed to, which starts on Friday next week. Instead of right as our retreat starts… But, then I had to calm myself, look up - (as though to the source of all creative love), and recall that my walking partner is the major partner. I am the minor one. And I need not fret, or contrive… I have dropped the matter (for now) in the hands of creative love. And I am looking forward to seeing what happens, like I was at the very beginning!
The contact from Grenfell whom I was given yesterday said he's leading the combined (Protestant) church service tomorrow, and could he interview me on what's happening on this walk. I felt like I should get something ready. But then I recalled, do what I know I need to be doing, and I'll have to trust creative love to help me out with the details. So it's back into reading and thinking about and trying to respond to that First Century document on the life of (whom I think to be both the best leader & teacher this world has seen) Yeshua BarNatzaret.
Noticed that my tee shirt was inside out at breaky, so on my way to the Church Hall, a fellow looked after my bag, while I quickly stripped my shirt and put it on right-side-out.
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He turned out to be Henry Lawson himself, somehow stuck in time.
Darryl Knapp gave the talk (WELL) on behalf of the Minister who had COVID. his wife Marion came and talked as did he after, and was friendly too. (forgot to get a photo, sorry)
A great gathering. Good songs. Thoughtful readings. I think the interview went well, at least a number of people told me they appreciated it.
Afterwards Marlene came and talked & got my blogspot:
Chris also caught up a bit and got my blogspot:
Phillip reached out his hand and said "I'm jealous" & Joan his lady came and joined in too.
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Gillian, and her 3 kids were keen to talk and had somehow met my daughter from Orange recently…
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One of her daughters was a model for me to practice my drawing
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(It looks more like her at 15yrs … - oh well.)
This boy also got a picture outside.
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David and Norma took me out to a Chinese lunch
and gave me the doggy bags for dinner (which I had tonight). While we were having lunch she asked if I had heard of George Morrison's story ( she had only stumbled across it recently).
He was Australian, born in the late 1800's. After school, he had walked as a boy from his home in Geelong, to see the cricket in Adelaide, then became a journalist, (and a doctor) and walked N to S of PNG, and then not long after Burke & Wills perished, he got dropped off on the North coast of Australia, and walked home to Geelong in (from memory, 133days) etc. Then became an ambassador (or consulate etc) to China, & walked through China to some other country.
I'll have to do some more research myself.
1:30pm - 2:45pm I joined an Open Mike Event at the cordial factory here at Grenfell, had a drink, and practiced drawing maybe 8 people while we listened to live music. Trying to contribute to the festive atmosphere. Bee-uut-iful! And a lot of fun.
I thought I may as well join in with all the Jesus followers I can here in Grenfell, they seemed such an open bunch. So, being the 5th Sunday of the month (I think) there was an ecumenical service that Catholics and other Christian Family Church groups joined in on.
3pm - to an ecumenical Christian church service.
Led by another David.
I thought the question is not "What we truly believe?" But "Who do we truly believe?" (Recalling Jesus' words: "You believe in God. Believe also in me.")
To believe in a person, is similar but also quite different to believing in specific concepts.
Believing in a person comes from knowing and trusting, and ultimately in loving a person.
Same sermon, just as good the second time. Then cuppas and cake and catching up etc.. and they shouted me some stuff from Foodbank for the trip in the next few days.
Home to the hotel room, phone calls to family, dinner was the doggy bag from lunch.
An Anglican Church building on the way might be available to doss down my sleeping bag in.
Do the blog, and shower, shave, bandaids etc.. ready to be up at 6:30am
A good, and very rich day.
Great updates, thanks Paul. I think we had Chinese in Grenfell when moving to Canowindra. The town had a blackout and we couldn't buy fuel - but the Chinese place had gas so they were cooking up a storm!
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