Greetings from Sydney where the skies are a deep blue, the wind is sharply cold and the country is heading for a hung parliament.
Visiting Sydney is visiting earlier stages of my faith journey. On Sunday I attended Mascot Christian fellowship ,the core membership of which were my teenage friends in the gospel hall.Now their grandchildren fill the sunday school and their children lead the worship and preach the sermons- no clergy here.Yet there is just as much ritual as at St Chrysostom’s albeit it is informal and very different. And like St C’s at the heart is a strong commitment to community and care of others.
Sydney Anglican Diocese is batty – no women priests, no-one priested until they become rectors.But at least occasionally they rent homes with swimming pools for their clergy ( there are also poisonous spiders).
And now for some remarks on behalf of the Tourist board. This is a wonderful,beautiful city.The wriggling shoreline of the harbour gives the city an ever present gleaming,glistening sea, crossed by ferry ,bridge or tunnel.Ferry definitely the best. Fine Victorian buildings sit along side soaring skyscrapers. The excellent cuisine reflects the diversity of the multi-cultural community. Brightly coloured parrots dart between the gum trees , cars stop at pedestrian crossings and people picnic in the park for their lunch break.