- Sabbatical anyone?
- My sabbatical plans
- Thoughts on my last day at work
- Speaking with authority! A tale of an ambassador and a receptionist
- Thoughts as I leave
- New Zealand: There’s no place like it
- There’s life on the third planet!
- The journey is the destination
- Down under with the Aussies
- It does a father’s heart proud…
- Give confidently, give generously
- A taste of Thailand
- Celebrations in India
- “We followed Jesus, and he led us to you”
- Charity and discipleship
- Karibu! Welcome to Kenya
- I’m in Rivendell!
- A sermon on the fly
- Rwanda: A miracle of renewal and reconciliation
- Effective ministry in Malawi
- The promise of South Africa
- The cost of fear and ignorance
- Saturday in London
- Easter in London
- Edinburgh: Castles, churches and cellars
- Ancestral roots in Paisley, Scotland
- Old buildings and modern people
- Curiouser and curiouser
- My last ministry visits of the sabbatical
- Mon weekend à Paris
- Lest we forget…
- Among friends in Zurich
- The strategy of intentional accidents
- A retreat to close the sabbatical
- Backpacks, spas and other traveller’s tips
- My wife, my COO, and a director: Perspectives on my sabbatical
It’s been a great week in Australia! Again, I’m not reporting the research results in this blog. They will turn up over time in different ways.
I landed last Friday night. On Saturday I walked all over the downtown core of Sydney (what they call their CBD – Central Business District).
I toured the Opera House,
visited Hyde Park Barracks and learned of the convict history,
walked through the Domain (‘city park’) and the Botanical Gardens,
walked out to Mrs. MacQuaries’ Chair and watched a cruise liner pass by (which was blaring LOUD party music and everyone was on deck enjoying a great party – the cruise company obviously wants people in the harbour to know that cruising is FUN),
visited St. Mary’s Cathedral and enjoyed the architecture and looking at the two large pipe organs they have and then, on the spur-of-the-moment, bought a ticket for The Barber of Seville that was on that night. I’ve always wanted to attend the Sydney opera. (I wish I had been around for the one-man show of the complete Lord of the Rings trilogy!)
On Sunday, I attended the early service at Hillsong Church and then drove down through the mountains to the Kiama Blowhole and then back up the coast.
After I was done my meeting on Wednesday, I drove up into the Blue Mountains
and walked for what seemed like miles at Wentworth Falls,
the Three Sisters,
and in a what seemed like a tropical rainforest.
On Thursday I drove north to Wybung and saw streets with funny names, such as Woy Woy.
Tomorrow, Friday morning, I leave for Bangkok. I’m very excited because I will be staying with my daughter while I’m in the city. It will be great to see her as an independent adult on her turf!!
Memories of Australia
Here are some random memories of Australia.
- I always thought the Opera House had a solid white roof. It doesn’t. The roof is beige and brown with a pattern. It just doesn’t show up in the pictures.
- It rained from Saturday afternoon until Wednesday. They haven’t had rain for several years, someone said, and then they are flooded.
- Politics here is even worse than in Canada, if you can believe it. There is a state election on Saturday and the negative attack ads are just ridiculously below the belt. And so is Question Period, which I heard on the radio while driving around.
- The MacQuaries were in Australia for only eleven years (he was governor), but in that time they put their stamp on Sydney that still exists almost two centuries later in its public amenities, architecture and public institutions. Neither of them just put in time while here. They went out of their way to leave a positive legacy. A great lesson for us all.
- Related to the last point, I heard someone on the radio whose research shows that our personality and character are deeply affected by what we think about and who we associate with. In other words, oh be careful little eyes what you see! He said that other people, and what we see and read, imprint themselves on us and become part of who we are. We then act out that personality and character with others. He said that if you parent a child with great love, that child will likely parent your grandchild with the same love. In a way, he said, if you have immortality at all, one way of being immortal is having your personality and character live on in hundreds of generations that follow. Remember the impact a teacher or someone else had on you at an early age? Same idea.
- I spoke about my church-agency research at a breakfast meeting with ministry leaders. I felt like I was at home. World Vision, International Teams, The Leprosy Mission and a whole bunch more very familiar ministries were represented there. I thought that each one of them would know the same people I know back home in Canada, so these strangers and I have friends in common. Actually, they didn’t seem like strangers at all. I felt like I was among friends right from the start. It is great to see the people of God all over the world. And appreciate the common connection we all have.
- I really enjoyed the individual meetings I held. What a fabulous group of people. It is very clear that the issues we deal with in Canada are identical to the issues the church faces here in Australia. I have several lawyers I want my legal staff to talk with later in the summer, because I think there are some real synergies that can be achieved. We can learn much from each other.
- This was so funny I just want to share it. The Barber of Seville was set in the early 1900s (pre-WWI) in Surrey Hills (I think it is a suburb of Sydney). The set for Scene 1 was a street with the backdrop being houses. To achieve distance, the backdrop was built with perspective, so the houses only came up to the actors’ chests at most. The door of the central house opened and a cardboard cutout of one of the opera’s characters came out, turned sideways and walked, well really it slid on a track, down the street past the live actors. The funny thing was, of course, that the cutout did not grow in size as it approached the live actors. So the appropriately-sized cutout at the door became a tiny man barely up to the actors’ knees! Then a cutout of the lead actress came out on the balcony and sang a love song to the lead, live, actor. People roared with laughter.
- The traffic in Sydney is far, far worse than anything in Toronto. Not only is traffic thick, but many streets are blocked off or come to an end and you have to make a quick right turn followed immediately by a left turn. Couple this with driving on the left, and I’m glad I’m done with it. Parking in the CBD is terribly expensive. One place wanted $64 to park in the evening (I didn’t park there) and another charged $29 for 38 minutes in the afternoon.
- The mountains and coasts around Sydney are gorgeous. Lots of hidden surprises as you come around corners. I wish I could stop and take pictures, but I only saw one scenic lookout the whole time I was here.
- Careful with your speed. They have variable speed zones here. The speed limit constantly changes. One truck driver said on the radio that for a week he logged how many zone changes he went through a day. He averaged 198 speed zones a day with the speed limit changing every 2.5 minutes. Every half mile or so there is a sign saying cameras are in use. They only have 40 permanently installed in New South Wales right now, but the government just announced plans to install another 3,500!! They also have six unmarked cars with radar cameras (the public calls them ‘mobile tax collection offices’). So, keep your eyes on your speed and the road signs! Not surprisingly, most people drive about ten kph below the speed limit, not twenty over as we do in Canada.
- When boat people approach Australia, they are intercepted and taken to Christmas Island to be assessed. They never reach the mainland until they are approved for entry. I’m not sure what the relationship between Christmas Island and Australia is (a dependency?), but it’s been in the news this week because the High Court has ruled that Australian law applies to Christmas Island too, so the refuges there are entitled to more legal options than they have had to-date.
- I happened to mention to Gary Williams at dinner how much my whole family and I love the miniseries version of Pride & Prejudice. He said if we like that, then we’ll like Wives & Daughters just as much. It is another period miniseries by a different author. Gary said the female lead is the best depiction of pure virtue he has ever seen in a television or movie production. I’ll check it out when I get home, but if you like Pride & Prejudice, you might want to get it now and let me know by commenting below what you thought of it.
- Sydney has a very loud and boisterous nightlife. The place is hopping! I felt energized just walking around the cafes. The music is very loud and the conversations add up to a roar. The crowd is mostly young adults, and it was impressive how vibrant the night is here. (This was in the Opera House area.) Sydney is a great city.
- Finally, the people I spoke with were incredible sources of stimulating ideas. I have much to think about for CCCC.
It has been a wonderful week down under with the Aussies. What a great country.