SECOND SUNDAY in LENT
28th February 2010
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REDEMPTIVE LAUGHTER
There are churches where wowserism is a condition of membership. One Sunday morning into one such church strayed a man sobering up from the night before. Brought up well, he decided to sit it through rather than make an exit. The sermon in such churches tends to be long and boring and so it was little wonder that during the sermon the hung-over visitor nodded off. The preacher had been watching him all along, and having a nose for sinners had noticed the man’s apparent hangover and was disgusted. At the end of the sermon, the preacher decided to make an example of the visitor. He said to his congregation, “All those wishing to have a place in heaven, please stand.” The whole assembly stood up except, of course, the sleeping man. Then when everyone had sat down again the preacher shouted, “And he who would like to find a place in hell please STAND UP!” The weary man catching on to the last two words groggily stood up, to find that he was the only one standing. Confused and embarrassed he said, “I don’t know what we’re voting on here, Reverend, but it seems that you and I are the only ones standing up for it!” A whole church full of wowsers burst into redemptive laughter.
INDEED
The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese. Anon.
Knight of the
White Elephant
Andrew Neaum
Nearly ten years ago Margaret, Elizabeth, Rachel and I flew to Scotland. I had arranged to swap parishes with a priest from Invergowrie which is a village so close to Dundee that it almost ranks as a suburb. It was a very happy swap and I regard Invergowrie, Dundee and Scotland with nostalgia tinted delight.
William McGonagall
One of Dundee’s most famous sons is William McGonagall. He is, by common consent, the worst poet in the English language. At University I studied nothing but English literature for three years and never once in all those years of lectures and tutorials was mention made of William Topaz McGonagall. In the Student’s Union, however, he did turn up. There was a student who, after a few beers, would stand up and declaim McGonagall’s verse at the top of his voice and at great length. It caused much mirth, for his poetry is indeed dire.
One of the geographical features of Dundee is the wide and lovely sweep of the River Tay estuary. It is spanned by both a road and a rail bridge. Two of McGonagall’s most famous bad poems concern the Tay Rail Bridge:
Address to the New Tay Bridge
Beautiful new railway bridge
of the Silvery Tay,
With thy beautiful side-screens
along your railway,
Which will be a great protection
on a windy day,
So as the railway carriages
won’t be blown away,
And ought to cheer the hearts
of the passengers night and day
As they are conveyed along
thy beautiful railway.
..........
Thy structure to my eye
seems strong and grand,
And I hope the designers,
Messrs Barlow and Arrol,
will prosper for many a day
For erecting thee
across the beautiful Tay.
And I think nobody
need have the least dismay
To cross o’er thee by night or by day.....
The poet was wrong because there was great need for dismay, as a second piece of bad verse shows:
The Tay Bridge Disaster
Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay!
Alas! I am very sorry to say
That ninety lives have been taken away
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember’d for a very long time.
The bridge had collapsed while a train was crossing it and the train had plunged into the river below. McGonagall concludes his dramatic poem with some reflections on engineering:
your central girders would not have given way,
At least many sensible men do say,
Had they been supported on each side by buttresses
At least many sensible men confesses,
For the stronger we our houses do build,
The less chance we have of being killed.
I recall McGonagall this week because last week I happened to come across a most perceptive article on him by one of my favourite authors in one of my favourite magazine’s. It not only brought the bad poet back to mind, it also caused me to reflect how close tragedy comes to comedy and happiness to sadness in our lives.
In talking about the article to a friend I recalled my favourite little quatrain from McGonegall which was not quoted in the article but which is so bad and so funny that I can hardly believe it to be authentic and not some parody:
A chicken is a noble beast,
The cow is much forlorner;
Standing in the pouring rain,
With a leg at every corner.
The article I refer to is found in the “New Criterion” an excellent magazine (its web address I append to this little article) and its author is Anthony Daniels who begins:
Very few afternoons in my life compare for joy with that on which, when I was about twenty years old, I discovered the poetry of William McGonagall, .... I lay down on the grass with the tartan paper-covered volume printed in Dundee. I did not rise thereafter for between two and three hours and then had difficulty in doing so. I had laughed so much that I was weak, as if suffering from hypoglycemia; my legs felt as if my bones had dissolved, leaving the muscles and other soft tissues to support themselves......
Yet even as I laughed, a still, small voice— very small, and very still for the present —caused me a faint unease, the veil’d melancholy that always enters the very temple of delight. For the fact is that part of the amusement of McGonagall’s verse or doggerel is that it takes itself very seriously, as McGonagall the man took himself. All of his books are provided with an engraving of him dressed in a checked cape, with a soulful expression on his face and poetically long and flowing hair, and with a subscript in his own handwriting: Faithfully yours, William McGonagall, Poet and Tragedian. Poet and Tragedian: that is how he thought of himself. And I was therefore aware that there was in my laughter something knowing and cruel, a mockery of the defenceless and a sense of my own superiority, none of which was at all pleasant to contemplate. I dismissed it from my mind......
McGonegall is a tragic figure because he was mercilessly laughed at, baited and scorned in his life time and yet could never see why, retaining unwavering faith in himself and his poetic ability through it all. He would declaim his poems wherever, whenever and to whomever he could. He visited New York and London hoping in vain to have his genius acknowledged. He even visited Balmoral, the Queen’s Scottish residence in hope of reciting to her. In his own estimation he was the greatest of poets.
The students of Glasgow University mockingly advised him to apply for the post of Poet Laureate and sent him a letter purporting to be from “Theebaw, King of Burmah” and creating him a “Knight of the White Elephant” for his services to poetry. It never occurred to McGonagall, that this was a fake and so he styled himself thereafter Sir William Topaz McGonagall. He died, poor man, in penury.
....No matter how much ridicule (writes Anthon Daniels) or even physical abuse McGonagall suffered from his audiences, he never lost faith in himself and always found an explanation for it that allowed him to preserve his self-respect. (On one occasion, ill-treatment stimulated his muse there and then:
“Gentlemen, if you please,
Stop throwing peas.”
It was this psychological armour-plating that limited the effects of the cruelty of his audiences, but it was cruelty, and gross cruelty, nonetheless. There is nothing, after all, to suggest that McGonagall was other than harmless and even kindly. It was a nineteenth-century equivalent of paying to see the lunatics in Bedlam, and now, when I laugh so heartily at McGonagall’s verses, I feel that I am participating in this unfeeling cruelty. Even if the deluded are happy, you do not laugh at their delusions, for there is something intrinsically pitiable about the quality of being deluded.
A world that did not laugh at his verse, however, or refused to enjoy itself with them out of supersensitivity to his memory would be a horrible world too. Only a man with a heart of stone, said Oscar Wilde, could read the death of Little Nell without laughing; only someone with the most frightening self-control could read the following lines, from “The Wreck of the Whaler ‘Oscar,’” with a straight face, or wish them expunged altogether from the human record:
‘Twas on the 1st of April,
and in the year Eighteen thirteen
That the whaler ‘Oscar’ was wrecked
not far from Aberdeen.
So on the one hand cruelty, and on the other the human necessity to laugh: an irresolvable antinomy of almost Kantian proportions...
Comedy in tragedy, tragedy in comedy.
The “New Criterion Link”: To see the whole magazine, however, a subscription is needed!
http://www.newcriterion.com/
Canon D Neaum 1912-2001
The new Curate and his wife arrived and it was not long before I was spending as much time with them as I had with the Mellors, but our relationship was different for he never became my spiritual adviser. He was a bit of a hypochondriac and an addicted angler. His wife, a delightful lass whom I grew to love, but from whom I learned nothing more about cookery etc. One Sunday I had been with them for afternoon tea when, at about 5.45 he, Fr Watson, turned pale and said to his wife, “I’ve run out of my medicine.” “I can’t take Evensong without it.” I asked who was his doctor and found it to be my own Doctor and friend who had dealt with Mabel. I told the Watsons that I knew Dr Allen and would run down to get the medicine. The Doctor came to the door and I told him my errand. He took me into his dispensary and asked me to reach down a large bottle of red mixture. He, meanwhile had rinsed out a measure marked bottle and handing it to me told me to pour in two tablespoons of the red liquid. I had looked at the label which read “Raspberry flavouring”! He then told me to fill up the bottle with “Adam’s Ale”, that is, water. Somewhat surprised, I asked if that was all the medicine was. Saying yes he went on to say that there was nothing wrong with Fr. Watson and he, the doctor, took it that I could keep the knowledge to myself. I ran back to the parsonage, saw Fr Watson take two spoonfuls of the raspberry syrup and then set off to Church as happy as could be.
I cannot say that the Watsons were the cause of my eventual change in life, but it was shortly after they came that we had a visiting preacher at the Church, the Bishop of the Windward Islands. I can’t remember his sermon but during its preaching, a voice spoke to me which told me that the Sacred Ministry was my calling. Whether or not it was a voice or merely in my mind, I don’t know, but its import astounded me by its certainty. Had the Mellors still been with us I would have spoken to Fr Mellor about it but, as it was, I kept it to myself. What 12 year old would want to be a Parson? I think my only reaction at the time was that I would not carry on my studies to University level for I was under the impression that no one could be Ordained who hadn’t a Degree. For ten years I neglected that ‘Voice’ and, as far as I am aware, never thought of it, except from that one intent not to go to University.
Despite almost living with Priests I had the idea that their main job was spending their mornings writing sermons and their afternoons visiting weeping women, while their evenings were filled with meetings; and I loved using my hands performing the necessary occupations of daily life. What I didn’t realise was that God, who gives us our talents, never calls us to waste them.
The following years of school bring me few memories worth the telling. What better to do than give you a quote from Charles Dickens’ David Copperfield: “My school days! The silent gliding on of my existence - the unseen, unfelt progress of my life - from childhood to my youth! Let me think, as I look back upon that flowing water, now a dry channel overgrown with leaves, whether there are any marks along its narrow course, by which I can remember how it ran...”
So it seems to me, though they were full years marking the beginning of what I would call the electronic age, I have pictures of older brothers making Crystal wireless sets and the astonishment of hearing through the earphones, the voice of Stuart Hibburd calling, “This is 2LO” all the one hundred and thirty odd miles from London. It was truly ‘Wireless’ and not ‘Radio’ to us in those days. From those early days of tickling the crystal it was not long before we were making “Valve sets” and soon every house had a set, just as many years later house roofs became the necessary places for the eruption of “Telly Aerials”.
I do remember my 14th year for during those months I grew some four inches in height and was still wearing short trousers as my Ma said she didn’t want another man in the house and evidently thought keeping me so youthfully clad would avert that catastrophe. She was wrong for I was shamed by my bare knees. The day came when both parents were away and I was able to go to Pa’s tailor to order an adult Harris Tweed suit; long trousers, two pairs of them, costing in all five guineas (which, of course, I left Pa to pay). With that I decided that I had left youth behind and had become a man. (to be continued....)
CONGRATULATIONS
Birthdays
John Pleming. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .28th Feb
Hilary Akers. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .1st Mar
Doris Nichols. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .5th Mar
Tiffany Chandler. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 5th Mar
NOTABLE GUEST PREACHER
We welcome as our preacher at 8.30 this week and for all the weeks of Lent, the Revd. Dr. John Pryor.
NEXT WEEK 8.30 SERMON OUTLINE
Week 3 - Judas
Readings next week:
John 13.21-30; Mark 14.17-21; John 18.1-12
1. Introduction
2. Getting our translation right - what does paradidomi mean?
3. Why did he do it?
(i) Disillusioned?
(ii) For the money?
(iii) Force Jesus’ hand?
4. Why Did He Do it, a proposal
Nine points
5. Conclusion
LENT COURSES
Lent Course (1) The Revd. Helen Malcolm. Mondays 7.00pm (Library)
Lent Course (2) The Revd Gail Bryce. Wednesdays 1.30pm (Library)
Lent Course (3) The Revd Andrew Neaum. Thursdays 7.00 pm (Library)
WORLD DAY OF PRAYER
The ecumenical World Day of Prayer service this year takes place at 7.00pm on Friday in the Seventh Day Adventist Church.
PARISH COUNCILLORS & WARDENS
Your Wardens at St Augustine’s this year are as for last year, the inestimable, Bev Condon, and John Pleming with John Horder appointed by the Rector. Your Councillors are Dorothy Cook, Heather Fitzgerald, Carole Henderson, Kay McGregor, Norm Mitchelmore, Mary Pearson, Marty Richardson, Sandra Simonis and Frank Steen with Marg Carroll and Danita Potter appointed by the Rector. A fine team.
MOTHERING SUNDAY
Mothering Sunday is on the 14th of March and some of us will be leaving afterwards to join the folk at Katandra for lunch with the Bishop. We intend hiring a small bus which already we can all but fill. Please indicate on the list in the narthex if you would like to come and if you would like a seat on the bus. There will be a lift in a car available if the bus is filled.
HALL COMMITTEE MEETING
There will be a Hall Committee meeting on the Tuesday 23rd February at 4.30pm.
LOVELY CONCERT from COLOGNE
Don’t forget the fine concert at 2.30pm on Sunday the 7th of March in St Augustine’s by the Cologne New Philharmonic Chamber Orchestra. A lovely programme. The price of tickets: Adults: $ 35; Concessions $30, Students: $ 25. Contact Jeanette Smith for more information: 58215092.
DATES FOR THE DIARY
Mar 6th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Wedding
Mar 7th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Cologne New Phil.Chamber Orchestra 2.30pm
Mar 9th. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Grief Support Group ‘Moving On”
Mar 12th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .“Arise 255" Youth Group
Mar 14th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Mothering Sunday
Mar 14th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .75th Anniversary of St Mary’s Katandra
Mar 16th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Friendship Group
Mar 17th. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Parish Counci
Mar 18th. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Evening Guildl
Mar 20th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Wedding
Mar 27th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Garden Working Bee
Apr 3rd. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Macedonian Easter
Apr 4th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Easter Day
Apri 17th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Men’s Breakfast
Apr 24th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Garden Working Bee
May 15th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Men’s Breakfast
June 6th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Patronal Festival
Aug 5th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Meeting Parish Fair 4.00pm Roz’s Room
November 13th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Parish Fair and Garden Party
Duties for 28th February 2010
Readers 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Pat Griffin, Danita Potter
Readers 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Christine Evans, Nancy Noonan
Servers 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Michelle, Beth
Servers 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Frank, Venita, Valerie
Intercessors. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Danita Potter, Celebrant
Euc. Assts 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . John Horder, John Griffin
Euc. Assts 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Christine Evans, Jenny Pleming
Welcomers 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Gwen Betson, Shirley Dean
Welcomers 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Sandra Simonis
Sidespeople 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Gwyn & Merv Cowland
Sidespeople 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Charlotte Brewer, Jenny Pleming
Tea 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Shirley Dean
Mowing 27th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Gary Grant, John Horder
Welcome Table. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Dorothy Cook
Duties for 7th March 2010
Readers 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Gwyn Cowland, Heather Fitzgerald
Readers 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Joan Mcann, Andrea Fisher
Servers 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Beth, Michelle
Servers 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Greg Pestell, Joan McCann
Intercessors. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Victoria Heenan, Andrea Fisher
Euc. Assts 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Heather Fitzgerald, Carole Henderson
Euc. Assts 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Greg Pestell, Joe Fernandez
Welcomers 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Bev Reither, Beryl Goodfellow
Welcomers 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Charlotte Brewer, Gloria Wayman
Sidespeople 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Bev & Max Ralph
Sidespeople 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Alan Akers, Nola Brewer
Tea 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Pat Griffin
Welcoming Table. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Margaret Hoare
Mowing . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . none this week
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, Norma Anderson, Jeffrey Andrewartha, Debbie Bagley, Laura Bates, Liam Bognar, Ian Carman, Val Cowper, Malcolm Elliott, Diane Feldtman, Frank Harder, John Hobart, Hilder Lidgard, Bronwyn Mitchell, Sophie Mould, Cassidy McDermot and her family, Joan Morris, Maureen Olphert, Albert Oxenbury, Mavis Proctor, Kevin & Isabelle Richards, Kevin Sackley, Peter Swindells, Patricia Sparkes, Jennifer Thomas, Heather Vines, Bill & Glenda, David, David & Judith, Coral & David.
Rest in Peace: Barbara Swan, Bert Fidge,
Year’s Mind:
Frances Simpson, John Phillips, Valerie Kennedy 28th, Margaret Stammers 29th, Ailsa Manley, Ruby Young 1st, Charles Day 2nd, Mary Shearer, David Abbot 3rd, Ronald Ford 4th, Eva Downer, Kathleen Whyte 5th, Norman Grills, Joy Merigan, Gregory Cresswell 6th,
READINGS 28th February - Lent Two
Isaiah 55 1-9, 1 Corinthians 10 1-13
THIS WEEK IN THE PARISH
Monday 1st March - David of Wales - Rector’s Day off
7.45am Mattins & Eucharist - Lady Chapel
1.30pm Funeral - St Augustine’s
3.30pm Evening Prayer - Lady Chapel
7.00pm Lent Course- Rev Helen Malcolm - Library
Tuesday 2nd March - Chad
7.45am Mattins & Eucharist - Lady Chapel
10.00am Playgroup - Roz’s Room
3.30pm Evening Prayer - Lady Chapel
4.30pm Hall meeting - Roz’s room
Wednesday3rd March - John & Charles Wesley
7 .45am Mattins only - Lady Chapel
10.00am Eucharist - St Augustine’s
1.30pm Lent Course - Rev Gail Bryce - Library
3.30pm Evening Prayer - Lady Chapel
4.00pm Eucharist - Banksia
6.00pm EfM - Roz’s Room
Thursday 4th March -
7.45am Mattins & Eucharist - Lady Chapel
9.30am Eucharist- Hakea & Arcacia
11.00am Eucharist - Harmony
3.30pm Evening Prayer - Lady Chapel
4.00pm Catechesis - Atrium
5.30pm Choir Practice - St Martin’s Chapel
7.00pm Lent Course - Canon Andrew - Library
Friday 5th March
7.45am Mattins & Eucharist - Lady Chapel
11.00am Eucharist - Mercy Centre
3.30pm Evening Prayer - Lady Chapel
6.00pm Wedding Rehearsal
7.00pm World Day of Prayer - Seven Day Adventist
Saturday 6th March Associate Priest’s day off
7.45am Mattins - Lady Chapel
8.00am Eucharist - Lady Chapel
3.00pm Wedding
6.00pm Vigil Eucharist - Lady Chapel
Sunday 7th March 4th Sunday in Lent
8.30am Sung Eucharist - St Augustine’s
10.30am Family Eucharist - St Augustine’s
8.45am Eucharist - St Luke’s Dookie
10.45am Eucharist - St Mary’s Katandra