Ramble for Kirwan Uniting Church Keeping in Touch pew sheet 7 September 2025.

A very dear friend is driving “The Lap” around Australia as a rite of retirement passage. In the will of the Lord, and if the creek don’t rise, he’ll be at church with us on Sunday. I don’t know what he uses for satnav, whether a dedicated device or his mobile phone, or even if he uses a satnav at all, and relies on paper maps. Wouldn’t surprise me, he’s a bit of a Luddite 😊

The trouble with satnavs is that you have to know a starting point and then a destination. OK, the start point is easy, it’s where we are. “You are here” as QPWS guides helpfully tell us. But where are we going? The Uniting Church Basis of Union, a most wonderful document, I’ll give a link at the end, puts it in an undefined location but offers a route. Here is what it proclaims:

“The Church is a pilgrim people, always on the way towards a promised goal; here the Church does not have a continuing city but seeks one to come. On the way Christ feeds the Church with Word and Sacraments, and it has the gift of the Spirit in order that it may not lose the way.”


Not a hint of where we’re going, but assurance that Christ is on the way with us. Early followers of Christ, before they were tagged “Christians”, were known as “Followers of The Way”. So enjoy the journey, or even if it’s not enjoyable which might be more often the case, know that Jesus is the Way and the Life. Life - now there’s a destination.


https://uniting.church/basisofunion-2/ 

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