As part of my induction into Canberra culture this month I attended the first Brumbies game of the season in the Super 15 rugby union tournament. I grew up playing rugby in New Zealand, playing on the wing. We were raised to cheer for the All Blacks, and anyone playing Australia or South Africa. And then loyalty for our local teams, Southland and Otago, was merged into support for the Highlanders. But here, I’ve been informed, previous loyalty dims in preference for Canberra’s Brumbies. Maybe the Raiders (NRL) get a look in. Nothing required for local AFL or soccer loyalty, that I’ve encountered anyway. I enjoyed the game – with some brilliant play in the first half from the locals, and some dignity restored in the second half for the Chiefs (I didn’t tell anyone I used to live in the Waikato!). Final score 28 to 20. I heard a lot of “Help Him” and “Smash Them!”. There weren’t too many Chiefs supporters near where I was sitting. Probably just as well.
Hungry This Easter
The Uniting Church in Australia Queensland Synod communications unit has come out with another eye-catching postcard campaign for Easter. Postcards and posters have been produced with the theme of hunger. Blue eggs (chocolate or real?) have the tag line, “Hungry? Satisfy your sweet tooth and your soul this Easter”.

Matters of Integrity
I spent a morning with Tuggeranong Uniting Church on Sunday exploring with people the challenges of Isaiah 58 and Jesus’ call to retain our saltiness and light-bearing nature. Our conversation opened with a photo (by Glenn Hunt) of a house split in half after Cyclone Yasi hit Innisfail. The house in Mourilyan (just south of Innisfail) had been separated into two sections before the cyclone hit, but fell apart during the storm. I first saw this house on television the morning after the cyclone hit the coast. A TV reporter was on the lookout for newsworthy damage and settled on this one, thinking the house had been cleft in half by a sheet of iron. It’s a spectacular photo and a useful photo. For me it symbolised the tension we continually face as we attempt to hold together different parts of our lives.

Another Sunny Day – Australian Summers in Film
It’s just hitting 33 degrees Celsius today in Canberra. 42 degrees in Adelaide. Summer time, and the living is sweaty. Actually it’s nowhere near as sweaty here as it is up north. Humidity is only 24% today in Canberra, compared to 61% on the Gold Coast and 66% in Cairns. My first 39 summers were largely spent in New Zealand, which meant they were short and sweet, spent down at the local creek, the school swimming pool and maybe once a year at the beach. Ever wondered what the Aussie summer looked like 60 years ago? The YouTube Map My Summer project commissioned film archivist Richard Carter to create this mash-up of summer footage from the 1940s -1970s using only film, music and audio from the Screen Australia Library. Notice the prevalence of beaches, rivers, swimming pools.

Celebrating Australia Day
Having just moved to Canberra, the capital city of Australia, we’ve found ourselves at the centre of patriotic celebrations of Australia Day. Yesterday we had the Prime Minister’s announcement of Australians of the Year and ABC’s live coverage of a concert in front of Federal Parliament Buildings. Today in Canberra we kick off with an Aussie breakfast and finish with fireworks. It’s good to see inter-state rivalry put aside as Australians rally to the cause of those affected by floods, in Queensland and Victoria particularly. For many people this is the day they receive their certificate of Australian citizenship, as my family did four years ago on the Gold Coast. We’ll be spending the day resting, starting with a sleep in (trying to deprogram years of waking at 6.30 am), dealing with the flies, reading the list of Australia Day honours, listening to the Triple J Top 100, and a picnic. Hopefully by this time next year we’ll have the barbecue back up and running (we purged the gas cylinder before moving).

Evaluating Cafe Church
I’ve been involved in running Cafe church experiences since the 1980s, when as a youth worker in Invercargill, NZ, I worked with a team to establish a conversation-friendly approach to youth group. In Katikati I worked with a team to establish what we called “restaurant church”, at first with three course experiences, later simplified to soup, pizza and buns. Since then cafe church has been an occasional offering in work I do with churches.
On Sunday night I explained to one of my colleagues that liturgical conventions were being set aside for the evening.
Most worship services begin with singing (praise and worship, or hymns), moving through corporate prayer, community notices, scripture readings and reflections, more corporate prayer, offering and more singing. All of the talking in a conventional service is done from the front of a building in which people sit facing in one direction, listening, or not.
In a cafe setting, the focus moves away from the front to the dynamics experienced at the table. I prefer to cut out the singing/up front performance and move towards an interactive experience in which people get to know each other’s stories and reflect on life and faith. Prayer is still there, but hopefully emerging out of the conversation. Table settings allow for kinesthetic approaches to learning, including jig saw puzzles, word games, reading the daily newspaper, drawing on the paper table cloth. If we sing at all, I prefer to have it at the end when it expresses the sense of what has come from the conversation. In fact at times I’ve gathered people together to sing as a chorale, rather than sing around tables (hard for many to do).
So how do you evaluate a cafe service? If you’re not focusing on what happened at the front, how do you know what actually happened? Normally people evaluate on the basis of content and excellence of presentation. In a cafe church setting, from where I sit at least, it’s more helpful to measure the quality of conversation. Was there free flowing interaction between people, both structured and unstructured? Did people have a chance to tell their stories, and hear the perspectives of others? Was there a chance to connect with God in a way that made sense and honoured the conversation partners? Was there a chance to read or hear the scriptures and reflect on their significance?
Another angle to focus on might be the quality of hospitality. Were people welcomed, and made to feel at home, relaxed and honoured? Was there space for the newcomer? Were children and adults able to relate to one another healthily? Was the food healthy? Did the distribution of food and drink enhance the gathering or was it a distraction? Was it affordable? Did we have enough options on the menu? Coffee (quality brew and decaf options), black, green and herbal teas, caffeinated and non-caffeinated soft drinks, cordial, water, flavoured milk? How about options for gluten-free?
Did people feel secure that the evening had a sense of dynamic emergence to it? Or was the evening too structured or chaotic?
Any other ideas?
God Hates Figs
“God Hates Figs” is one of the cleverest responses to anti gay and lesbian protests in the United States. A play on the slogan used by Westboro Baptist Church pastor Fred Phelps, the campaign has picked up on the verses in the Bible that make it clear that figs are not to be eaten. If it wasn’t good enough for Jesus, it’s not good enough for us! In fact, eating figs can lead to national damnation! Back in 2009 there was a site, www.godhatesfigs.com, but it’s no longer functioning. On a similar vein, check out the God Hates Shrimps site.
Blue Pews For Free
Indooroopilly Uniting Church Brisbane is moving back into a renovated building later this month, but will be replacing its blue vinyl pews with individual chairs. So, on November 22, 54 4-seaters, two 2-seaters, and a collection of one-seaters, will be available free for a lucky group of people who are able to pick them up. Here’s a few photos I took this afternoon to give an idea of the condition of the pews. Click on the image for a higher resolution look.
Kupu Whakapono (Confession of Faith)
The Presbyterian Church of Aotearoa New Zealand at its latest General Assembly in Christchurch adopted “Kupu Whakapono”, a contemporary, indigenous confession of faith, as a new subordinate standard. This Confession of Faith and the accompanying Commentary seeks to bear witness to the apostolic faith of the Christian Church, and to express the church’s confidence that the same God who is made known to us in Jesus Christ is present through Word and Spirit in our own place and time. Download the confession and commentary here, and check out the We Believe site to get an idea of the process taken to get to a shared statement. Read on for the Kupu Whakapono confession…

Australian Name Calling
At the Eumundi Markets on Wednesday I bumped into David Hocking, the author of “Why Shouldn’t I Call My Son Clint?” David, who’s recently moved from Perth to Noosa, wrote an alternative to the usual baby names book available to new parents. Instead of focusing on the original meaning of names, he plays around with what the name sounds like to him. There are a few crudities, including the thoughts on the name “Clint”, but overall it’s a good laugh and often quite accurate!



