I hope your consciousness was raised during Refugee Week in Australia. On Thursday, 21 June, our shortest day, I stood in silence and in solidarity with over one hundred others, on King Street, at Civic Park, in support of Refugees across our globe. This is a weekly event, however more gathered on this day because of Refugee Week and World Refugee Day (June 20). I also hope some of you attended the Unity in Diversity Festival at Hamilton, or other events that may have been held across the diocese. Those people who come to our shores show great courage in choosing a new way of life, away from their homelands, their culture, language, food, work, and all that is familiar to them.
This week, I am scribing my message earlier than usual because I am up north for the weekend helping one of our daughters to prepare for the birth of her next child. I will be occupied with living in the present in order to assist in preparing her, her family and all of us for this new reality. In writings around rites of passage, this is called the liminal space, the space of being ‘not there yet’. It is a time of anticipation but also a time of fear and wondering, for what may or may not eventuate, a time of unknowing and yet a time of trusting. In these liminal spaces, we really do need each other because we face the unknown.
Last week saw the presentation to the CBGA (Catholic Block Grant Authority) of the proposed new school, Catherine McAuley Catholic College at Medowie.
Well, here I am again, at my desk after a holiday break of a few weeks. Thanks to Louise Gannon, Helene O’Neill and John Donnelly who shared with you their wise words and thoughts while I was away.
Recently our family experienced the baptism of three children in a Catholic Church. These children were siblings of a family who, for various reasons, had decided to celebrate once rather than three times. The parish was able to accommodate this request exclusively on a Sunday afternoon after they had been introduced to the worshipping community the week before.
I remember seeing a scene in a movie some time ago where one of the characters, a mother, said to a group of teenage girls as she was serving them mocktails, “I’m a cool mum.” She was telling them the drinks didn’t contain alcohol, but if they wanted to drink, she preferred they did it in the house.