FIRST SUNDAY after CHRISTMAS
27th December 2009
Graphics and cartoons & liturgical material appear only in the printed version
MOTH BALLS
A man wandered into a doctor’s consulting rooms and asked if he could see the doctor. The receptionist was hesitant to let him in, especially as it was Christmas Eve and she was waiting to turn off the Christmas lights in the waiting room and go home; but he was very insistent. So the Doctor, having had completed all his consultations for the day and feeling in a ‘good will to men’ mood, agreed to see him. The man entered in a somewhat aimless manner and after a little hesitation flopped into a chair and looked nervously around the room. “How can I help you?” asked the doctor. “Well, it’s like this” said the man. “I keep thinking I’m a moth”. “A moth?” “Yes” the man replied. “I’m convinced that I’m a moth”. “Well I’m very sorry, but you’re in the wrong place. What you need is a psychiatrist”. “That’s what I’ve been thinking” replied the man. “Well, as it happens, I know just the man”. said the doctor “I’ll give him a call and see if he can fix an appointment for you after the holiday.” The man agreed and the doctor made the appointment. “Tell me” said the doctor “It must have been very apparent from the sign outside that I’m a general practitioner. So if you already know you need to see a psychiatrist, why did you come in?” “Well” the man said in a resigned voice “The door was open and the lights were on .....”.
THE LOWLY BISHOP
When once against the odds made priest
His course was set. He never ceased
To prove his calling was not feigned,
The odds against it not ordained.
He proved exceedingly religious
At seeking only posts prestigious,
Wherein to posture, strut and swank.
Each posting sought was but a plank
To something higher, more desired
And so more self than God-inspired.
No slum or mission priest was he,
A bishopric his destiny.
In jumping no one was his match,
He leapt from warm to warmer patch.
Not unlike the common flea,
So lowly too! Ironically.
Andrew Neaum
THE UMBILICAL CORD
Andrew Neaum
Jesus’ mother was Mary. My mother was Dorothy. So what? Well, quite a lot actually. Mother’s help make us who we are.
My mother was prejudiced, opinionated, a dangerously one-eyed, pugnaciously loyal mother and wife, a bundle of blazing bias, a fiery little dame supported by a pair of legs so slim that my father used to say she had tossed with a sparrow and lost.
From her I inherited and acquired prejudices, biases, quirks and idiosyncrasies that have stood me in good stead all my life.
A literary bias
The gift she passed on to me that I most value is a literary bias and bent. Sport she scorned, science she largely ignored, but poetry, verse, novels, biography she loved passionately and our home was always littered with books. Her visits to the local library were as inviolable as her visits to church.
It was she who influenced me to study literature at university, and to scorn a utilitarian view of education, that is, of education as being preparation for a prosperous or prestigious career. Wealth? Position? Status? Bah! Poppy cock!
Best of all though, this literary bent began a long development and process in me towards the recognition of reality as being something fluid, elusive, ambivalent, ambiguous, paradoxical, ungraspable, and so as well to an impatience with dull questions such as: “but is it true?” or, “did it really happen,” or “can you prove it?”
Dull dogs
When you enter the realm of narrative or story, be it fiction, biography, autobiography or Gospel, what you read or hear is always both true and untrue. I have told you a few biographical details about my mother. My brother would dispute them, my sister likewise, or else, at least, radically qualify them, and truthfully too.
In Jesus, God was born not so much into a stable, manger, or loving home, as into a story, a narrative, a jumble, an impossible mix, of fact and fiction, history and legend, reality, unreality. Dull dogs ask only, did it happen? Is it true? How can it be?
Those with imagination, simply lose themselves in the story, enter into its spirit, become a part of the story, and in so doing find truths and joys that transcend mere fact and evidence, truths to live by, truths to carol alleluias to, truths to make sense of life and death and history and world, truths that enhance and enrich their lives.
Some time ago I read a book by a French philosopher called Philippe Nemo. By and large I disdain French philosophers: Sartre, Derrida, Foucault and so on, finding their opaque verbiage impenetrable.
Philippe Nemo, however, is not only highly respected, he is also clear and concise.
His book is called “What is the West?” and it identifies and explores the five, crucial foundation stones upon which Western Civilization is built. Two of the five, are Christian. Christ and Christianity he demonstrates as being truly fundamental to Western Civilization.
Dismissed as poppy cock
And yet, our schools and educators treat Christianity with disdain, and fear, focus on the negative, denigrate it, shoulder it to the periphery, omit it from the curriculum, dismiss it as out-dated, prejudiced poppy cock, as on a par with all other faiths, or less than a par, instead of as foundational to all that we are.
Incapable of asking anything of it except: did it happen? Is it true? and because in some dull, literal sense perhaps, it often isn’t they dismiss it as nonsense.
Crass, ill informed, fools that they are, sowing a wind to reap the whirlwind of an angst-ridden, alcohol-sodden, self-hating hopeless, yobbery and materialism that makes even radical and brutal forms of Islam appear beautiful.
Those of us who know how truly to read a story however, realise that the wonder and truth of the Christmas part of the Christian story, is not singing angels, star-struck Wise Men, and virginal conception.
Its true wonder and miracle of miracles is God and his goodness as compatible with humanity! But only as a so, so vulnerable, ordinary, obscure, unremarkable little Jewish baby in a minor Jewish town.
A baby with no halo, no numinous aura, just a baby, and a strange rumour or two.
A baby who would go on to show only later, as an adult, that a divine or godlike unique-ness is to be seen, not so much in sideshow achievements like walking on water, or turning water into wine, as by far, far more difficult and significant achievements like loving his enemies, and the outcast, and the diseased, and by the courage not to run away from crucifixion but to face head on his judicial murder. A killing not for wrong-doing, but on the contrary for loving, and for loveliness and for a relationship with his Father and others, that mended fences, healed divisions, brought folk full face to God.
Playing up the flashy and unimportant
When this story first came to be written down, the human tendency to play up and exaggerate the flashy and unimportant is evident. Matthew and Luke in particular, concentrate, in recounting his birth, not on the uncommon commonplaceness of it all, nor on the extraordinary ordinariness of it all, but on what, to old memories recollecting an unrecorded past, in the gleam of post crucifixion hindsight seemed visionary, or oddly coincidental, or marvellous.
And so in the telling and writing of the story, angels, a star, wise men, virginal conception, are stressed to impress, as well as to make important theological points and Old Testament links. But they are not fundamental to the story. St John’s Gospel and St Mark’s omit them. For the real miracle, the fundamental wonder of wonders even in the birth stories themselves, is the sheer ordinariness of it all, dirt, poverty, desperation, obscurity, commonplace, unimportant, common people, and God therefore able to be God, as truly and ordinarily one of us, not necessarily a stranger even in my shabby little life story or yours, tied to us all as he is, by the curly, slippery umbilical cord of ordinariness.
How I love it all
How I love, it all. How glad I am that I’m a part of this story of stories, that my life is immersed in it, connected to it, and that daily at the altar I experience eternity and time intersecting, ordinary bread and wine as somehow shot through with the divine, as was Jesus’s birth, heaven joining earth, God connecting with humankind by way of a slippery, curly, extraordinarily ordinary umbilical cord of love.
Jesus, God, the divine, compatible with and alive in ordinary me and you, known to be so not in the flash, bang wallop of tinselled miracle and tawdry celebrity, but in daily life’s ordinary, ordinary: love, sacrifice, forgiveness, mercy, compassion and joy.
Where else in present day materialistic society is this miraculous ordinariness celebrated so unequivocally, enacted so regularly, outlined, aspired to, enshrined, mangered, than in Church and Christianity?
The Church we sit in at Christmas is not only the most beautiful building in Shepparton, it is also its heart, its cradle, its manger, its salvation.
COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS
Canon D Neaum 1912-2001
During the decade from seven to seventeen years of age a great deal was happening. I was deepening my relationship with the godly Fr and Mrs Mellor, becoming a regular dogsbody in the Church, spending a lot of time at the furniture factory, messing about with cars and motor cycles, helping Pa at the trout farm, working at school and sharing in family life and music etc.
There was, of course, no TV and until the early 20's no wireless except the Crystal Set. To my mind, TV especially has ruined conversation, spoiled family life and exchanged the active doing of things with a passive looking at things. There is too much fantasy - so much of it without any teaching of the goodness of right and the evil of wrong - murders, sex and villainy interspersed with a few programmes of beauty and interest.
At Christ Church there was a verger and general caretaker who was noted for two things in particular; his delight in punishing misdemeanours in young lads, and his ability to pour a quart of ale down his throat without disturbing his ‘Adam’s Apple’. When we misbehaved and were caught by him, we were given a sharp clip over the ears and what was worse, it was reported to our father who could be very stern over such behaviour.
There came the night when Malcolm told us he had had a good idea for a bit of fun. We were to get for ourselves two stout sticks and go with them to the Salvation Army Church. This was a corrugated iron building, standing on a lawn, without any fence. It was a plain oblong with a small porch at one end with three steps before the door. The plan was to run round the building with the sticks hard against the corrugations and thus make a fearful noise inside. Seeing that the coast was clear, we made a dash round the building and then ran to hide by the Post Office next door to see the result. But nothing happened and we felt let down. After some ten minutes, Malc said we must do the same thing, but this time twice round the Church. We did just that, and again, nothing happened. Again we waited until dare-devil Malc suggested we do it three times. I felt that this was tempting fate, but on being called ‘lily livered’ felt I should join the other two. We went round once, then twice and were finishing the third circle when the porch erupted and we were taken by ‘the enemy’. Fortunately for us, there was no Alonso Gaunt among the men, nor were we given clips over the ears. We were taken by the arm and led into the Church....to be punished? Not on your life! The folk inside were in the middle of a lecture, including lantern slides, of Bunyan’s Pilgrim’s Progress. We were taken to vacant seats and told to watch and listen. We did just that and there were three pictures shown towards the end that have stayed in my mind’s eye for 78 years. The first showed Christian crawling up a steep hill with a load on his back as big as a wheelie dustbin. He was looking up the hill to where three crosses stood with human figures fastened on them. The next picture showed him ready to fall on his knees before the central cross as the load fell from his back. The last and third of the remembered pictures showed Christian full face down before the cross and, in the distance, the load rolling away down the hill. I have never forgotten those pictures and never shall.
With that, the lecture came to its end and we were given a long period of extempore prayer, enlivened by ‘Alleluia’s’ and ‘Praise the Lord’s’ from the congregation. Then came a cry of ‘Amen’. Now Malc, being an Anglican, knew that ‘amen’ ended prayers, so thinking that the prayer-sayers had not heard the first, he chimed in with a truly loud ‘Amen’. It didn’t work! On the contrary, it seemed to spur on the prayer-sayer to greater lengths. But, as even good things come to an end, so did those prayers.
We wondered when our punishment was to come, but found the Salvo Ladies had been making cups of cocoa of which one was handed to each of us, plus a bun. This surprised us so much that we were almost struck dumb until the Captain came to talk to us. He asked if we went to any church. “Yes,” we said, “we are in the choir at Christ Church.” That being established he went on to say, “Next time you are down this way, don’t stay outside but come and join us.” Then he told us that it was getting late and time we were setting off home and asked us to give his greetings to Fr Baldwin, whom he knew. There was no punishment, merely a welcome. We did our best to apologise, saying we would not trouble them again in that way. “I know you won’t,” was his reply. “Goodnight and God bless you.” We walked home a chastened trio.
It is not only that early treatment that makes me admire the Salvos, for they gave me tremendous pleasure on Christmas and Easter mornings when, as I walked to church, there was not only the sound of St Peter’s Church bells, but also the Salvation Army band playing “O Come all ye Faithful” to welcome our Lord’s birthday, and “Jesus Christ is Risen today” to mark His Resurrection.
Since those long gone days I have always been fond of the Salvos and been prepared to help in any way possible their good work among the poor of this or any land.
THE FAMILY
Family quarrels have a total bitterness unmatched by others. Yet it sometimes happens that they also have a kind of tang, a pleasantness beneath the unpleasantness, based on the tacit understanding that this is not for keeps; that any limb you climb out on will still be there later for you to climb back. Mignon McLaughlin
A family is a unit composed not only of children but of men, women, an occasional animal, and the common cold. Ogden Nash
In a houseful of toddlers and pets, you can start out having a bad day, but you keep getting detoured. Robert Brault
I don't have to look up my family tree, because I know that I'm the sap. Fred Allen
The family - that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor, in our inmost hearts, ever quite wish to. Dodie Smith
Great little One! whose all-embracing birth
Lifts Earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to Earth.
Richard Crashaw
ANNIVERSARIES
Birthdays
Glenda Kuehnapfel. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .27th Dec
Mary Pearson. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 28th Dec
Georgia Linton. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .28th Dec
Bill Kuehnapfel. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 30th Dec
Doreen Shevlugen. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 30th Dec
Lesley Wells. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2nd Jan
Kay McGregor. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2nd Jan
ROSTERS
The Duty Rosters for 2010 will be out in a week or two. In the meantime forthcoming duties are published on the back page of this pew sheet. Keep your eye on the duties allocated, though with people away a lot at this time of the year the allocations are more provisional than absolute.
THANK YOU
I would like to thank all who so enthusiastically sang “Happy Birthday” to me at the Christmas Carol service. It seems we can celebrate two birthdays at once.” Hilder Lidgard
DATES FOR THE DIARY
Dec 24th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Christmas Children’s Service 5.30pm
Jan 7th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Orthodox Christmas
Mar 7th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Cologne New Phil.Chamber Orchestra 2.30pm
Aug 5th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Meeting for Parish Fair & Garden Party
REQUESTS FOR PRAYER
At the beginning of each month this list is cleared and ALL names need putting down again on the list in the narthex and signed in. No names should be listed without a person’s permission.
Prayer Requests: Nicole Ackland, John Alexander, Laura Bates, Jan & Neville Black, Liam Bognar, Ian Carmen, Tom & Val Downie, Lorna Ford, Frank Harder, Jenny Laws, Win Lawrence, Matthew Liversidge, Hilder Lidgard, Sophie Mould, Bronwyn Mitchell, Joan Morrow, Bob McKellar, Albert Oxenbury, Kevin & Isabelle Richards, Kevin Sackley, Barbara Swan, Peter Swindells, Dawn John & family, David, Glenda, David & Judith, Valerie, Bonny & Keith, Lorraine, John, Elizabeth.
Year’s Mind: Edith Robins, Margot Hardwick, Ivy Doxey, Jennifer Gibbins, Dorothy Allan 27th, Pamela Ball, Alec Steen, Esme Dennis, Fr. David Neaum, Jack Byrne, Valma Hall 28th, Roseline Glunig, Shirley Pigdeon, Ronald Pigdeon 31st.
Duties for 27th December
Readers 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Victoria Heenan, John Wellman
Readers 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Courtney Craven, Greg Pestell
Servers 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Michelle, Beth
Servers 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Joan, Venita, Valerie
Intercessors. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Bev Condon, Jenny Pleming
Euc. Assts 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Carole Henderson, Bev Condon
Euc. Assts 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Christine Evans, Greg Pestell
Welcomers 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Heather Nichols, Anita Saville
Welcomers 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Charlotte Brewer, Sandra Simonis
Sidespeople 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Trevor Batey, Joy Campbell
Sidespeople 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .John Pleming, Lesley Kenna
Tea 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Val Bambrook
Welcoming Table. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Judy Lloyd, Dorothy Cook
Mowing . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .none this week
Duties for 3rd January 2010
Readers 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Norm Weaver, Carole Henderson
Readers 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Christine Jones, Christine Evans
Servers 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Michelle, Beth
Servers 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Greg, Joan
Intercessors. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Danita Potter, Nancy Noonan
Euc. Assts 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .John Griffin, Carole Henderson
Euc. Assts 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Jenny Pleming
Welcomers 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Judy Lloyd, Pat Griffin
Welcomers 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Nola Brewer, Jenny Moran
Sidespeople 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Bob Galt, Norm Mitchelmore
Sidespeople 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Alan Akers, Nola Brewer
Tea 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Val Rose
Welcoming Table. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Mowing 2nd. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .John Pleming, John Wellman
Duties for 10th January 2010
Readers 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Heather Pearson, Pat Griffin
Readers 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Nancy Noonan, Jenny Moran
Servers 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Michelle, Beth
Servers 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Dale, Aaron
Intercessors. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Victoria Heenan, Children
Euc. Assts 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Carole Henderson, Bev Condon
Euc. Assts 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Greg Pestell, Christine Evans
Welcomers 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Joy Campbell, Eileen Quaife
Welcomers 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Frank Steen, Sandra Simonis
Sidespeople 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Trevor Batey, Joy Campbell
Sidespeople 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .John Pleming
Tea 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Bev Reither
Welcoming Table. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Mowing . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . none this week
Duties for 17th January 2010
Readers 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Danita Potter, Gwyn Cowland
Readers 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Andrea Fisher, Joan McCann
Servers 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Michelle, Beth
Servers 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Venita, Valerie
Intercessors. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Pat Griffin, Joan McCann
Euc. Assts 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Danita Potter, John Horder
Euc. Assts 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Ian Bryce, Jenny Pleming
Welcomers 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Joyce Cavill, Gwen Betson
Welcomers 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Charlotte Brewer, Gloria Wayman
Sidespeople 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Gwyn & Merv Cowland
Sidespeople 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Alan Akers, Nola Brewer
Tea 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Shirley Dean
Welcoming Table. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Mowing . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Norm Mitchelmore, Michael Egan
READINGS 3rd January
Jeremiah 31:7-14, Ephesians 1:3-14
THIS WEEK IN THE PARISH
Monday 28th December Rector’s Day off
7.45am Mattins & Eucharist - Lady Chapel
3.30pm Evening Prayer
Tuesday 29th December
7.45am Mattins & Eucharist - Lady Chapel
3.30pm Evening Prayer
Wednesday 30th December
7.45am Mattins only - Lady Chapel
10.00am Eucharist St Augustine’s
3.30pm Evening Prayer
Thursday 31st December
7.45am Mattins & Eucharist - Lady Chapel
3.30pm Evening Prayer - Lady Chapel
Friday 1st January New Years Day
7.45am Mattins & Eucharist - Lady Chapel
3.30pm Evening Prayer
Saturday 2nd January
Associate Priest’s day off
7.45am Mattins & Eucharist - Lady Chapel
6.00pm Vigil Eucharist - Lady Chapel
Sunday 3rd January
8.30am Sung Eucharist - St Augustine’s
10.30am Eucharist - St Augustine’s
8.45am Eucharist - St Luke’s
10.45am Eucharist St Mary’s Katandra