FOURTH SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY
31st January 2010
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DUCKING THE QUESTION
A duck walked into the Victoria pub and ordered a pint of VB and a ham sandwich. The landlord looked at him and said, “But you’re a duck.” “I see your eyes are working” replied the duck. “And you talk!” exclaimed the landlord. “I see you’re ears are working” said the duck, “now can I have my VB and my sandwich please?” “Certainly,” said the landlord, “ sorry about that, it’s just we don’t get many talking ducks in this pub. What are you doing round this way?” “I’m working on the building site down the road” explained the duck. So the duck drank his VB, ate his sandwich and left. This continued for about two weeks. Then one day the circus came to town. The ring leader of the circus came into the pub and the landlord said to him; “You’re with the circus aren’t you? I know this duck that would be just brilliant in your circus. He talks, drinks beer and everything!” “Sounds marvellous” said the ringleader, “get him to give me a call.” So the next day, when the duck came into the pub, the landlord said, “Hey Mr Duck. I reckon I can line you up with a top job. Paying really good money!” “Yeah?” said the duck, “Sounds great, where is it?” “At the circus” said the landlord. “The circus?” the duck enquired. “That’s right” replied the landlord. “The circus? That place with the big tent? With all the animals? With the big canvas roof with the hole in the middle?” “That’s right!” said the landlord. The duck looked confused. “What the hell would they want with a plasterer?”
THIS AND THAT
Andrew Neaum
Minor poets can give as much delight as major poets and in the Victorian era they abounded. Some of them are very good, others little short of woeful.
Emotional flatulence
More poetry is being spewed forth these days than ever before in history. This is no cause for delight because most of it appears to be the result of an education system that values “self-expression” more highly than crafts-manship. So the vast bulk of it is formless, emotional flatulence. I love poetry but I can’t write it, am able only to turn my hand to versifying.
Trolling through my archives recently looking for a decent cartoon with which to delight the readers of this pew-sheet, I came across a poem by a minor poet called John Oxenham. Although no great poem I like it, not least for being a healthy corrective for those like me whose faith is more objective than subjective, impersonal than personal:
Credo
Not what, but Whom, I do believe,
That in my darkest hour of need,
Hath comfort that no mortal creed
To mortal man may give:-
Not what, but Whom!
For Christ is more than all the creeds,
And his full life of gentle deeds
Shall all the creeds outlive.
Not what I do believe, but Whom!
Who walks beside me in the gloom?
Who shares the burden wearisome?
Who all the dim way doth illume,
And bids me look beyond the tomb
The larger life to live? -
Not what I do believe,
But Whom!
Not what,
But Whom!
Phillip Adams
One of the pleasures of driving a car is the radio, by which I mean the ABC. I alternate between Classic FM and Radio National. Best on Radio National is Phillip Adams with whom I disagree upon almost everything, but whose pithy wit, sparkle and certitude delight me.
He was an unlikely contributor to a recent “Spectator”. Who could resist similes and metaphors like this: “For Kevin Rudd and Malcolm Turnbull, passing an ETS proved as difficult as passing kidney stones, or a camel through the eye of a needle....” “The Australian era of conservatives requiring a biological control began with Johannes Bjelke-Petersen, who leaped from Queensland like a giant cane toad......” “The man on the white horse (Turnbull) looked as woeful as Quixote on his arthritic mare....” Abbot will be a perfect target for Rudd’s barbs. He’ll finish up as pin-cushioned as Saint Sebastian.” “We’d watch ... (Howard’s) legislation pass as inexorably as a pig through a boa constrictor. The process might have looked inelegant and uncomfortable, but it worked....”
If nothing matters
On the way to Benalla on Australia Day I listened to Radio National and heard someone talk of his mother (or was it grandmother), a Jew in Germany. What he said went something like this: As the war approached it’s terrible end she travelled east to evade almost certain death. She walked for miles and miles, living on whatever she could find or scrounge, which was almost nothing. Once, she later told her son, she came to a farm and the farmer, seeing that she was little more than skin and bone, told her to wait and he would bring her some meat, which he duly did. “How wonderful” said the son, “it must have saved your life.” “Ah,” she said, “I didn’t eat it.” “Why ever not?” “Well, you see, it was pork.” The son was horrified, “You mean to say you wouldn’t eat pork even to save your life?” To which his mother gave what to me is the most wonderful of answers: “If nothing matters there is nothing to say.” Indeed, indeed!
On the way back from Benalla I listened to the most sizzling of organ concertos. Written by Haydn and performed by Tom Koopman and the Amsterdam Baroque Players it filled me with elation and reassurance as to order, reason, beauty and the divine being intrinsic to existence.
In a fit of early morning madness I signed up to “Facebook” on Wednesday. Already messages from folk from my distant past are pasting themselves on my “wall”. The most eloquent, if tongue in cheek, response to my audacity came from Rachel as follows: What the hell?! You’re on facebook? When did this revolution happen? It is as though the world is turned upside down! I am shocked! But, reluctantly, a little impressed. It is as though you are capable of growth, movement, learning, development, cultural negotiation. I intend lying largely possum on the network until I have gauged whether or not it is worth bothering with.
Courage
In a long and absorbing Quadrant article to do with Stoicism by Dr Michael Evans I was fascinated by a brief synopsis of Glendon Swarthout’s 1958 novel They Came to Cordura, “..one of the most insightful literary meditations ever composed on the subject of what constitutes courage under arms......”
Swarthout’s novel is set during the US Army’s abortive 1916 punitive expedition into Mexico to chastise Pancho Villa and his revolutionaries. The central figure is Major Thorn, Awards Officer of the campaign, who is ordered to escort five cavalrymen cited for the Congressional Medal of Honour across the desert of Chihuahua to the town of Cordura and safety.
As the patrol moves across the stark terrain, Thorn, a middle-aged soldier tortured by the memory of his sudden failure of nerve in a previous military engagement, ponders the qualities of the five heroes in his charge, whom he regards as members of Socrates’s “golden race”.
The journey to Cordura—which means courage in Spanish—becomes a dark metaphor by which Swarthout examines the character of courage in wartime. Ambushed by Villistas and tormented by heat, thirst and adversity, Thorn’s five “heroes” soon reveal base qualities in their golden mettle. All but Thorn falter under the strain of prolonged exposure to danger and risk. Facing the need to exhibit continuous courage, each of the five heroes chooses to become a moral coward.
It becomes clear that the physical gallantry under fire demonstrated by the five Medal of Honour candidates is little more than a momentary accident in their otherwise undistinguished lives. In the end, Thorn, with classic Stoic fortitude, comes to Cordura—and thus to the meaning of courage—by delivering the flawed nominees to safety against all odds, but only at the sacrifice of his own life. His journey has seen him discover the reservoirs of an enduring bravery that he feared he did not possess, and allows him to fulfil a sworn duty to five apparently courageous, but in reality morally unworthy comrades.
COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS
Canon D Neaum 1912-2001
Let me take you with me for my last Primary School days’ memory, still clear in my mind’s eye. Walking to school we always took the shortest way, up King Street, across the Market space to the entrance of the short very steep hill called High Pavement. The entrance was marked by two shops, a butcher on the left and a rather ‘posh’ greengrocer on the right. This latter was only occasionally visited by us lads as its produce was expensive and we couldn’t afford to waste our pocket money. The shop, however, had a fascination that we found hard to resist, for its owner, a Miss Lee, had a beard! It was not to be compared with a man’s beard for it grew only on the end of her chin, was composed of some 50-odd inch long hairs, each with a tight curl at its end. 1 think she must have been proud of it for it was never shaved and was, to us, worth the extra cost of an apple just to see it.
Miss Lee was the only daughter of old Lije Lee, for she had twenty-one brothers. Old Lije had been the local chimney sweep in the district until his sons grew up, and all followed the same trade, so much so that for a radius of some twenty miles round Belper, all buildings had their chimneys swept by a Mr. Lee.
Old Lije Lee looked and walked as one might imagine Old Farmer Giles did in children’s story books, stoutish and well built with slightly bowed legs, tweed suit with a matching ‘Roger’ hat, and wearing boots, not shoes. It was rare to see him without his dogs, not shepherds, great danes or spaniels, but always greyhounds, lurchers and the like.
Lije’s hounds were perfectly disciplined, needing but a word from their master to bring them to heel. Many folk doubted his love for them for he was thought of as a hard man, but all the animals he kept appeared to be fond of him. It was common knowledge that he kept them for breeding, racing and other more doubtful pursuits, for in his youth he had been a successful poacher. My story, true as it is, tells of a different side of his character.
Coming back from school one lovely, sunny, summer’s afternoon I decided to take a longer way, down a steep path from the Butts, which led, under shady trees, to the Coppice - a stretch of about four acres of flat land of rough grass, gravel and cinders. This was the place where the annual fair was held, as well as visiting circuses and other local events which needed room for marquees and for the parking of horse drawn vehicles of the day. As its main entrance was from the market place, the Saturday stalls would, at times, overflow into it. All the town children favoured it as a playground and no one ever grumbled at such usage when it was not needed for more important events.
Walking down that shady path I was about to enter the Coppice when I saw old Lije walking in from the other end. I stopped under the cover of an elderberry tree to watch, for he had with him an old shaggy lurcher attached to his walking stick by a piece of string. The only unusual thing about this was the one dog, for Lije normally had two or three with him, but it was not that which made me stay unseen, but the sight of Lije with a shot gun over his shoulder. It was interest, not fear, that kept me watching for guns fascinate young lads. I saw the slow progress over the gravel and cinders until man and dog reached the rough grass with its softer ground. During this time I noticed Lije stop three or four times, bend down to pat the old dog’s head and speak to it.
They were much nearer to me now and I saw that it was not a walking stick to which the dog was attached, but a sharpened stake. Once again Lije stopped and petted the dog and I was near enough to hear the mumble of words spoken to it. Then, straightening up, Lije pushed the sharpened end of the stake into the turf. The dog sat quietly, tied by its string, looking up at its master who, after another pat, turned and walked away for some twenty paces.
With his back to the dog, Lije broke the gun, took from his pocket two cartridges, inserted them into the breach and turned to face the dog which still sat quietly looking at its master. Half raising the gun, Lije lowered it and walked slowly back to the dog, petted it again, talking to it and then returned to his original spot.
Now, I thought, he’s going to shoot the dog. I almost closed my eyes to hide from the sight for it was a hateful thing to happen, but the interest was too great. I waited for the crack of the shot, but it didn’t come! Instead, I saw the gun lowered and old Lije again walking to the dog, petting and speaking to it, then once more turning away and retracing his steps.
This time there seemed more determination in the lifting of the gun and the sighting with the finger on the trigger. For what seemed to me an interminable time, Lije kept this stance, as still as a war memorial or like a scene from a children’s game of ‘Statues’. I was getting impatient to get home for tea but I was held stiff by the impending horror, yet could not turn my eyes away. When would the shot come? Then I thought, “Not again!” as I saw the gun lowered, broken and the cartridges returned to the pocket. But this was the finale for Lije, returning to the dog and petting it, removed the stake, shouldered the gun and led the dog back home.
It was unbelievable. In one way I felt disappointment that the excitement was over, but at the same time delighted that I had not witnessed a murder, even of an old dog. But how my opinion of old Lije was changed: no longer the tough keeper of working dogs to be shot when their usefulness was over, but a real softie - just like you and me. (to be continued....)
CONGRATULATIONS
Birthdays
Josh Hamilton is one!.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Sunday Jan 31st
SIMPLE SIMONE
During February I will be endeavouring to make and sell pies of various sorts. All proceeds in support of the work of David and Ruth Bryce in Cambodia. I look forward to your help and will take orders for fruit pies(apple or apricot) and perhaps things like Neenish tarts and Eccles cakes! Pat 58001158
She’d always hoped and planned to be
An artist of celebrity.
A song she thought to pen one day,
To which the world would homage pay.
She longed to write a noted book,
But what she did was learn to cook.
For life with simple tasks is filled,
And so she did not what she willed.
Yet when she sees those hungry eyes
She’s glad she make good apple pies.
Anonymous (slightly edited)
FRIENDSHIP GROUP
The first meeting of the year of the Friendship Group will be on February 15th at 2.00pm in the supper room.
PLAYGROUP STARTS
St. Augustine’s Playgroup will be starting again on Tues 2nd Feb. from 10am -12 noon in Roz’s room. If you know of any parent who might like to come and join in the socializing and fun please let them know of this great little group. We welcome babies to school age children. Bring along 50c and a piece of fruit. For further information contact the parish office or Emily Vaivars58220929.
BE SHRIVEN ON SHROVE TUESDAY
Before the Shrove Tuesday Pancake Party on February 16th at 6.00pm there will be a Penitential Evening Prayer at 5.30pm to set us right for Ash Wednesday. A good way to make Shrove Tuesday more what it should be, fun but with a little spiritual purpose too.
REPORTS FOR THE A.G.M.
All reports for the A.G.M. need to be handed in to the Parish Office by the 8th of February.
MOTHERING SUNDAY
On Mothering Sunday this year, instead of our customary luncheon we propose to join the folk at Katandra for lunch who will be celebrating the 75th anniversary of their church on that day with the bishop. There will be a list for those intending to go and if numbers warrant it we will hire a bus.
NOTICE OF A.G.M.
The Parish Annual General Meeting takes place on Ash Wednesday the 17th of February at 7.30pm in the Supper Room. There are nomination forms for Councillors, Wardens and Parochial Nominators on the table in the Narthex.
KATANDRA WEST GUILD
On Monday, 8th February, 2010 at 11am the St. Mary’s Katandra West Guild Eucharist and AGM is at the home of Wilma White
GRIEF SUPPORT
At 7.30pm Tues, 9th February “Moving On” - St. Augustine’s Grief Support Group meet.
LENT COURSES
We propose to have three Lent Courses this year, two in the evening, one during the day. If there are not enough punters we will elide the two evening courses into one. Wednesdays at 1.30pm taken by the Revd Gail Bryce. Mondays at 7.00pm taken by the Revd Helen Malcolm. Thursdays at 7.00pm taken by the Revd. Andrew Neaum. There is a list in the narthex for the names of those interested in one, two or all three.
WORLD DAY OF PRAYER
The World Day of Prayer takes place on Friday the 5th of March at the Seventh Day Adventist Church starting at 10.00am.
LENTEN SERMONS
For the six Sundays of Lent the Revd. Dr. John Pryor will preach a series of sermons at the 8.30am Eucharist. Dr Pryor is a notable biblical scholar and teacher and these sermons based on significant characters in St John’s Gospel will be informative, interesting and well worth listening to.
DATES FOR THE DIARY
Feb 12th. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Arise 255 Youth Group
Feb 16th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Evening Prayer 5.30pm , Pancakes 6.00pm
Feb 17th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Ash Wednesday and A.G.M
Feb 18th. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Evening Guild
Feb 20th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Men’s Breakfast
Feb 21st . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Dookie A.G.M.
Feb 26th. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Arise 255 Youth Group
Feb 28th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Katandra A.G.M.
Mar 5th. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . World Day of Prayer 10am 7th Day Adventist
Mar 6th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Wedding
Mar 7th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Cologne New Phil.Chamber Orchestra 2.30pm
Mar 14th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Mothering Sunday
Mar 14th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .75th Anniversary of St Mary’s Katandra
Mar 20th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Wedding
Apr 4th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Easter Day
April 17th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Men’s Breakfast
May 15th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Men’s Breakfast
13th June . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Patronal Festival
Aug 5th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Meeting Parish Fair 4.00pm Roz’s Room
November 13th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Parish Fair and 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, Jeffrey Andrewartha, Laura Bates, Liam Bognar, Ian Carman, Diane Feldtman, Frank Harder, Bronwyn Mitchell, Sophie Mould, Cassidy McDermot and her family, Maureen Olphert, Albert Oxenbury, Kevin & Isabelle Richards, Kevin Sackley, Peter Swindells, Patricia Sparkes, Jennifer Thomas, Heather Vines, David, David & Judith, Coral & David.
Year’s Mind: Elsie Byrne 31st, John Young 1st, Marion Nagle 3rd, Christina Meckharoff, Maurice Lovell 4th, May Stonehouse, Robert Butcher, Reta Esam 5th, Beryl Cormican 6th, Brian Kelly 6th.
Duties for 31st January 2010
Readers 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Bev Condon, Norm Mitchelmore
Readers 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Verna Pestell, Courtney Craven
Servers 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Beth, Michelle
Servers 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Helen, Tom,. Zeb
Intercessors. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Norman Weaver, Mary Pearson
Euc. Assts 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Carole Henderson, Bev Condon
Euc. Assts 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Jenny Pleming, Joe Fernandez
Welcomers 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Beryl Goodfellow, Bev Ralph
Welcomers 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Lesley Kenna, Frank Steen
Sidespeople 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Gwyn & Merv Cowland
Sidespeople 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Alan Akers, Nola Brewer
Tea 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Val Bambrook
Welcoming Table. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Margaret Hoare
Mowing 30th . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Merv Cowland, Trevor Batey
Duties for 7th February 2010
Readers 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Victoria Heenan, John Wellman
Readers 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Jenny Pleming, Peter Martin
Servers 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Beth, Michelle
Servers 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Frank, Venita, Valerie
Intercessors. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Carole Henderson, Jenny Pleming
Euc. Assts 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Danita Potter, John Horder
Euc. Assts 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Jenny Pleming, Greg Pestell
Welcomers 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Heather Nichols, Anita Saville
Welcomers 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Sandra Simonis, Charlotte Brewer
Sidespeople 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Bev & Max Ralph
Sidespeople 10.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Lesley Kenna, Charlotte Brewer
Tea 8.30. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Gwyn Cowland
Welcoming Table. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Judy Lloyd
Mowing . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .none this week
READINGS 7th February
Isaiah 6:1-8, 1 Corinthians 15:1-11
THIS WEEK IN THE PARISH
Monday 1st FebruaryRector’s Day off
7.45am Mattins & Eucharist - Lady Chapel
9.30am Catechesis Training - Roz’s Room till 4.30pm
3.30pm Evening Prayer - Lady Chapel
Tuesday 2nd Feb. Presentation of Christ in the Temple
7.45am Mattins - Lady Chapel
10.00am Playgroup - Roz’s Room
9.30am Catechesis Training - Roz’s Room till 4.30pm
3.30pm Evening Prayer - Lady Chapel
Wednesday 3rd February
7.45am Mattins only - Lady Chapel
9.30am Catechesis Training - Roz’s Room till 4.30pm
10.00am World Day of Prayer planning meeting
10.00am Eucharist St Augustine’s
3.30pm Evening Prayer - Lady Chapel
4.00pm Eucharist - Banksia
6.00pm EfM - Roz’s Room
Thursday 4th February Anskar, Missionary bishop
7.45am Mattins & Eucharist - Lady Chapel
9.30am Catechesis Training - Roz’s Room till 4.30pm
9.30am Eucharists - Tarcoola Acacia & Hakea
11.00am Eucharist - Harmony
2.00pm Staff Meeting - Rectory
3.30pm Evening Prayer - Lady Chapel
5.30pm Choir Practice - St Martin’s Chapel
7.70pm SICC Meeting - Narthex
Friday 5th February Martyrs of Japan
7.45am Mattins & Eucharist - Lady Chapel
9.30am Catechesis Training - Roz’s Room till 4.30pm
11.00am Eucharist - Mercy Nursing Home
3.30pm Evening Prayer - Lady Chapel
Saturday 6th February
Associate Priest’s Day off
7.45am Mattins & Eucharist - Lady Chapel
9.30am Catechesis Training - Roz’s Room till 4.30pm
6.00pm Vigil Eucharist - Lady Chapel
Sunday 7th February 5th Sunday after Epiphany
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