We’ve lost a couple of great Aussies in the recent months. Lost not mislaid. They left. And that always makes me sad. They bring energy and ‘can do’ which are not usually characteristics of the ‘whingeing poms’ (like me). But having satisfied their wanderlust (perhaps only temporarily) or understandably having had their fill of miserable weather and grey skies, they’ve returned home. Quite why they even bother coming here in the first place is beyond me. They’ve got it all at home; sun, endless beaches, Rolf, culture (well Melbourne has it), Kylie, good churches and unwritten permission to engage in robust social banter. After our six months at Moore College, Rosslyn and I knew that I’d found my home, my place of belonging! But we also knew that the gospel ought to keep us in the UK. They don’t need us. They don’t really need any poms ministering the gospel in Australia. Moore College was chock full of good ‘guys’ graduating each year. And then when you add in SMBC in Sydney, Trinity in Perth and in Ridley in Melbourne that’s an impressive number of people having been trained for ministry. We decided that the gospel (and the promise of eternity where we’ll be compensated for our self sacrifice) should keep us in the UK.
Anyway, the Lord had brought us another Aussie. To replace the ones we’ve lost. He’s over for six months essentially playing and coaching cricket. He’s playing for a local side and coaching at an independent day school. He’s come over from Unichurch, a ministry of St Matt’s Shenton Park in Perth, Western Australia. And he’s blogging about his experience for the benefit of the Aussies he’s left behind. You can read of his time in south London here. And his first blog post is here.