So many memories and reflections come crowding in as they have for everyone else, no doubt; the following are a few random ones:
Arriving at Redfern (
Aboriginal spirituality. Thrilling at being introduced to Aboriginal spirituality via Ted’s experiences, convictions and explanations
Women. Noting how easily women took an equal participatory role.
Announcements. Wanting to listen to the people &n their announcements – new joy & inspiration.
Celebrations. Joining Faster ceremonies preceded by the cleansing smoking fire, and a wonderful Eucharist at Barbara’s in
"Everybody" – crowding-in for coffee after Mass in the "four-person" tables of the milk-bar down the street.
Uncle Leo – sitting in the same place at the end of the seat each week – with his hat., which was finally seen on top of his coffin so proudly carried by who-knows-how-many-Koori-men.
Lawrence – serving as altar boy (with
Harold – promenading in a different set of clothes each time one saw him, and making naturally aristocratic entrances.
Winiata – singing exquisitely, accompanied or unaccompanied.
Mum Shirl and a chocker-block car of kids – dropping them home after Sunday Mass and the regular stop-off at the Hot-Bread shop.
Tamba – getting & giving the Kiss of Peace. Many will remember our much-loved and accepted, “very regular attendee” for whom Frank gave a beautiful, befitting Eulogy; she was part of the Creation spirituality of the place. & often “sang” ooooooOOOOooooo for the children after
The wonder is to belong in the melting pot of this community – a far-reaching "church" which has no walls. Even if one does not see others for some time, there is immediate recognition that the friendship which drew and holds one to the community is always there. There is plenty of place, space, and room – for one, and for all.
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