I
was just a mere lad when I came across an article in
a Melbourne Newspaper. You know the one where Ted is
holding the small child in front of the Church door.
That door is miraculously still standing. I was transformed
by the words of the journalist. There was a catholic
Priest out there somewhere in a place called Redfern
who appeared fearless and was challenging the Church
to its core. I immediately knew that something very
special was lurking. Life went on.
Many
years later I literally walked past that unstable door,
unknowingly and unwittingly into the space where I first
felt a tremendous freedom of faith through the staining
print of that article. The problem was that this bloke
Ted had triggered something in me that I could no longer
avoid, the need and the courage to be true to who I
am in relationship with my God and others. This meant
tearing away those many masks that life had managed
to insist that I carry in order to get by in the madness
of much illusion.
I
got to meet the man. He appeared nothing like the countless
stories of legendary stature that I had heard and wanted
so to believe. He stumbled, could hardly walk, seemed
very shy and fragile, and I was struggling to get a
word out of him. As for his glorious, riveting, intellectual
words of wisdom, I would be lucky to hear a bloody thing
with the stamping of little feet (some had four of em)
over a well worn uncarpeted floor space, aided by a
sound system that I am sure fell off the back of a truck
several times, and was put together by electronic nutters
of the third kind. With all the failing trappings and
chaos that was suddenly surrounding me I knew I was
home.
“Ted
is dead”, I thought I heard them proclaim, but there
he sat armed with a tattered stole having just shared
bread. Huh??? The community meeting, that day, exercised
the thought of Ted’s non-existence amid his very existence.
Here was a place where philosophy, theology and principle
were challenged freely without the nonsensical fear
of corrupted powers out to hose down the demons of non-conforming
catholicism. Here was a place that took itself seriously
amongst much laughter, tears, and love. Here was a place
that embraced the necessity of faith through doubt and
questioned ideologies of self-righteousness and absolute
truth.
I
discovered Ted, not through the person Ted but through
others who have been touched by him. Ted has already
risen amongst the lives of so many people. He touched
me through a newspaper article, he espoused what I thought
was the Christian message. He has touched a severely
disenfranchised people, the people of this Land, the
Aboriginal people. His message is tough but it is a
message that gives us life. It is a message of love
and it is a message of commitment and just action. It
demands sacrifice. Ted is a man of principle, a principle
that needs to be acted upon and not just discarded as
the crazy whims of a determined and focused man. It
is the message of Christ to love and Ted is a great
lover. Thank you Ted.
by Michael Gravener
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