NextGen Youth find their voice
Participants from last year’s youth camp (pictured) travelled to the Uniting Church Grantville Lodge in July for a weekend of learning, reflection and worship.
Maria at St Martin’s
St Martin’s Beaumaris’ monthly discussion group in Sound of Music costumes. St Martin’s Beaumaris’ monthly discussion group recently looked into the life of Maria Von Trapp.
Trust support helps families
UnitingCare’s Biala has welcomed a $22,000 funding grant from a philanthropic trust to enable them to continue to provide vital respite services to children.
Chaplains chatting
Victorian Uniting Church Chaplains have come together for education and peer development in two separate gatherings in recent months.
July letters
Stand up for foreign aid I commend those responsible for producing the very evocative front page and the words which went with it shown on Page 2.
Poetry – An Ordinary Life
I mused upon the weeds one day, upon the torn and ravaged ground. Their healing fronds and trailing leaves, repairing torn and damaged space. I mused from window set on high, on field of rusting dusty past.
Poetry – The Quiet Ones
River – ‘Hand Drawn with Mouse’ Digital Art by Margaret Gambold. THE QUIET PLACES Show me the quiet places Lord, Where I can find your peace. Take me beyond the noisiness of life’s relentless beat.
Prose – Half Moon Bay
By Bill Pugh Half Moon Bay, Black Rock. Cliffs surround sand and sea making an amphitheatre. An experience whatever the season. A family place for summer days.
Painting – Irresistible Richmond
Dimmeys watercolour 58 by 48cms. Street Shadows Richmond, Watercolour 58 by 48cms.
Queen’s Birthday Honours for Uniting Church members
Steve Biddulph Author, activist and psychologist Steve Biddulph was recognised with a Member of the General Division of the Order of Australia in the Queen’s Birthday Honours list announced on Monday.
Prose – The other side of the story
By Bill Pugh In his exit appointment a young single minister was appointed to the Alpine parish. No one wanted to go there.
Prose – Letters and Faith
By Bill Pugh On a weekday afternoon, I sometimes hear the periodic squeak of brakes coming along the street. Mark, our postie, on his motor cycle, is delivering the mail. We pause for a chat and he hands over the mail.