Anzac Day Australia. My first one ever in my life. I haven't always been a big fan of it. I don't have a direct relative connection in my own family, and growing up out bush, the events were always a distance away. It seems to sometimes feel like a pseudo-religion for a nation that is losing its spiritual heart, or denying God. Yet, it is also a very real moment for us as a nation. The wars and conflicts we have participated in, often with great cost to our communities and families, have shaped who we are now. I now many who are part of the armed services. Friends, family. I have deep respect for them and the commitment they make of their lives to serve in this way. I now of the mental and emotional cost that comes to families and individuals when horrible things are witnessed by humanity. And on Anzac Day, we make room to acknowledge all of this. |
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I have come time again to the biblical witness of the story of Christ's death and resurrection and the rag tag mob who began telling the story they knew for themselves. I have come to the meal that we share so often together as a Christian community that ties us to the first time Christ broke bread and made a new covenant between God and humanity - our Eucharist, Communion, Mass . . . . I have come to statements we call Creeds. Long standing words that seek to hold what cannot be held in our understanding of God, but give us something to articulate. I come to the transformative story of God at work in my own life. There is a mystery to faith. Christ has died, Christ has risen, Christ will come again.
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