While I am writing this column basking in the wonderful summer
we’re having I am also aware that some other countries in God’s
World are facing huge challenges. Australia has had a dreadful spring
with all the Bush Fires followed by devastating rain and floods in
summer. Now China and other countries are facing a new virus which
is causing worry and heartbreak. It would appear that it is only a
matter of time before this virus reaches NZ. This morning during my
quiet time I read the words of James 4: 13-17 ‘Why, you do not even
know what will happen tomorrow’. Life is a journey with many
unpredictable moments that we cannot control but our faith in the
Lord can give us strength to remain calm in all situations.
You might remember Rev Carolyn Kelly who was our Interim
Moderator after Alf left Saint Aidans. Carolyn was chaplain at
Auckland University, and her husband, Rev Mark Johnston, played an
important role in the Knox centre for Ministry and Leadership. Both
Carolyn and Mark attended a number of worship services at Saint
Aidans and they both also led services for us. We also got to know
Mark when he worked with us to have Roxy come to Saint Aidans as
an intern. We now hear that Carolyn has been appointed to a
university chaplain role in Scotland and Mark will also be taking up a
teaching role overseas. This is an exciting new venture for them, and
we have sent love and good wishes on behalf of the Community of
Last Saturday a number of us shared good conversation and enjoyed
good food at our monthly Dinner Club. Organized by Dale, (thank
you, Dale) the dinner Club takes place on the third Saturday of each
month. Different people attend each time, and Dale finds different
local places for us to visit. It is a great opportunity to meet people
and to try out a cafe or restaurant you might have heard about, or a
kind of food you might have been afraid to try on your
own. Everyone is welcome, the chat is always good, and the food is
sometimes interesting and usually very good too.
A poem for old geezers! Could be from
Pam Ayers ….
I remember the cheese of my childhood
and the bread that we cut with a knife.
When the children helped with the
and the men went to work, not the wife
The cheese never needed a fridge
and the bread was so crusty and hot.
The children were seldom unhappy
and the wife was content with her lot.
I remember the milk from the bottle,
with the yummy cream on the top.
Our dinner came hot from the oven,
and not from the fridge in the shop.
The kids were a lot more contented,
they didn’t need money for kicks.
Just a game with their mates in the road
and sometimes the Saturday flicks.
I remember the shop on the corner,
where a pen’orth of sweets was sold.
Do you think I’m a bit too nostalgic?
Or is it….I’m just getting old?
I remember the ‘loo’ was the lavvy
and the bogey man came in the night.
It wasn’t the least bit funny
going “out back” with no light.
Hung on a peg in that loo,
were interesting items to view,
from newspapers cut into squares.
It took little to keep us amused.
Dirty clothes were boiled in the copper,
with plenty of rich foamy suds.
But the ironing seemed never ending
as Mum pressed everyone’s ‘duds’.
I remember the slap on my backside
and the taste of soap if I swore.
Anorexia and diets weren’t heard of
and we hadn’t much choice what we
Do you think that bruised our ego?
or our initiative was destroyed?
We ate what was put on the table
and I think life was better enjoyed.
But a huge fact not hereto mentioned
in this tale of nostalgic rejoice,
is the reason we all “enjoyed” our lot
We had NO BLOODY CHOICE
Grace Notes – March 2020
An inclusive Christian community in Auckland, New Zealand