Ministry and Music

Two days after my arrival in Australia in January, I was able to provide a bit of music ministry for the congregation that I grew up in – the Hurstville New Church in the southern Sydney area. The pastor, Rev. Todd Beiswenger, pictured adjusting the camera for the social media feed, is moving to Canada at the end of the year. I’ve enjoyed my collegial friendship with him and his wife Jenn for the last 13 years.

The following weekend, the New Church in Australia (NCIA) held a weekend mini-retreat at the Roseville New Church, in northern Sydney. The theme was “What’s the Use?” Previous plans for a week-long retreat at a conference centre had been dropped because of low registration numbers, which was also the case for an Assembly that had been scheduled for April. On the Saturday, I went out to dinner afterwards with some Hurstville congregants and visitors.

I was supposed to be the retreat preacher on the Sunday. Normally the NCIA-affiliated Roseville church would not have a female preacher, because their minister is “on loan” from the General Church. But as it was in the context of an NCIA retreat, I was invited to deliver the message. The politics of women’s ordination are still alive and kicking! However, I learned on Saturday night that I had been exposed to Covid earlier in the week so decided not to risk being a Rona Superspreader. Rev. Howard Thompson from the Roseville Church graciously filled in for me.

Speaking of low registration numbers, dwindling numbers in Swedenborgian/New Church and other religious organisations, and suggestions for strategies in response, was the topic of my presentation at the mini-retreat. Earlier in January, I’d given the same talk (with USA statistics) in Bryn Athyn, PA, USA to local people and Zoom attenders from around America. People from the branches of the Swedenborgian/New Church faith community in Australia and America seem to respond to my question of “Why Worry?: We Were Told This Would Happen.”

By my third weekend in January, my five-year-old granddaughter Evie was asking me why I’m always leaving. I was off again, this time to Canberra, the capital of Australia. I’ve been ministering when in Aussie to a group of Swedenborgian/New Church people since 2020, after their minister left. On the drive there from Sydney, I always stop at the “Coolabah Tree Cafe,” reminiscent of the tree in the legendary “Waltzing Matilda” song. It was my Mum’s favourite place for a coffee on the way to Canberra.

With the Canberra group, the plan is to meet monthly while I’m in Aus. On Saturdays we are doing a Spiritual Growth class written by my friend Rev. Clark Echols in USA, and on Sundays we have a worship service, followed by lunch together. In the photo, Tina is holding up her mobile phone to represent Jen, who joins us via Zoom.

And that brought to a close my path in Australia in January 2024, with three more months to follow!

Beautiful Beaches

As you might know, one of my very happy places is the beach, especially walking along that magical line between the power and mystery of the ocean, and the deeply grounding feeling of solid earth and sand. Actually, anywhere where there is water to be played in is a very happy place for me. Here are some happy places for me in the first few weeks of staying in Woonona, NSW.

The top few photos were from “Magic Beach” which I think is a local name for a quiet section of McCauley’s Beach, near Woonona. A great place for little kids to swim. We had a first for me: BBQ on the beach followed by roasting marshmellows! Two photos are from the Blowhole in Kiama, down the coast a bit. It’s allegedly the largest blowhole in the world, but the swell wasn’t sufficient that day to produce the enormous towers of water for which it is famous. A Great Cormorant was spreading its wings on a rock overlooking the ocean side of the Blowhole, right where the water goes through the opening in the rock. The remaining photos are from Wollongong Harbour, including the Lighthouse.

At Fairy Creek on North Wollongong beach, we played a version of “Pooh Sticks,” and enjoyed watching a Pelican and other water birds look for an evening feed.