These Infinite Spaces

The eternal silence of these infinite spaces fills me with dread (Pascal)

I've found myself posting many more links on FB recently than up here... Not sure what the future of this blog is...

...for participating in the Newtown Festival by allowing various activities in their church grounds...

This Life I Live

All the Nations
Blessed Be Your Name
I Come By the Blood

"But we all drag around the ball and chain of original sin. Dr Karskens reminds us that, 'The city of Sydney is predicated on the dispossession of Aboriginal people - their loss underpins the city's foundation and growth as it expanded over more and more of the country.' The first people were sinners too, of course, but they possessed the resources on which this town was built.
In the earliest years of Sydney the Aboriginal presence was welcomed and visible. English and Aboriginal place names sit side by side in Sydney as did the people: Parramatta, Wilberforce, Woolloomooloo, Camperdown. But there is no hiding the truth. As Sydney grew and gained pretensions, it became a white town and Aboriginal people were marginalized and despised. Men began to ask whether they were really human and there began a shameful story which has not yet been resolved." (Presidential Address, 2010)

New website set up. I believe this will become an increasingly important issue over the coming years

Outrageous.

It means that, in addition to the expenditure cap that will apply to political parties, each of the 22 unions affiliated with Unions NSW will be allowed to spend $1.05 million during the next election campaign, effectively a cap of $23 million, plus what Labor itself can spend. With each political party's election expenditure capped at $9.3 million, and the Liberals and the Nationals classified as one party under the legislation, it means the Coalition can spend $9.3 million and the ALP/unions can spend $32.3 million.

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.

Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood;
How His kindness yet pursues me
Mortal tongue can never tell,
Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well.

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Cloth-ed then in blood washed linen
How I'll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.

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