Sunday 30 August 2015

On the Run for Refugees

For Melbourne Marathon 2015, I will once again be fundraising for Lentara UnitingCare Asylum Seeker Project.

The project supports people who have arrived in Australia and are living in the community, and are in the processes of seeking asylum in Australia.  Because of their visa status, many have no access to Medicare, education for their children, or the right to work.  Lentara UnitingCare Asylum Seeker project receive 80% of their income from donations and philanthropy.

You can help. 

Sponsor me as I run 42.2km in the Melbourne Marathon (October 18)

You can sponsor through this website.

Thank you. 

Tuesday 4 August 2015

Gold Coast Airport Marathon 2015: Race Report and background

(Warning - Long Post) This race report incorporates a short diary of some significant adaptations to my diet and training, a race report and a recovery report. If you only want to read about the race, skip the first section (The Lead Up)! 
The Lead Up
For the Gold Coast Airport Marathon 2015 I made a number of significant training changes in nutrition planning and coaching. I chose to do these closely supervised for two reasons (and opportunities). The first was an opportunity for me to get some expert advice for a real race event - to do real life training under supervised conditions. The second was that I wanted to learn what I might do in the future, self-coached. This was a superb learning opportunity - so I negotiated family and budgetary agreement for the appropriate programs.

Coaching: Towards the end of 2014 I looked for a coach who could train me to for two races in 2015 - Two Bays Trail run (28km) and a Marathon (we chose the Gold Coast Airport Marathon).  I looked for a coach because I had a gut feeling that a. I could do better than I had been been able to do under self-coaching; b. that my injuries were not necessarily a ‘normal’ part of training, and c. that I was at a stage in my running where, after almost 3 years, I needed a fresh focus.  I talked to two coaches - both of whom are very well accredited. In the end I chose Ross Kinsella from Freedom Sports Medicine whom I knew from Knox Road Runners. Ross is a physiotherapist, accredited level 2 Running Coach, accomplished Ironman (including Kona) and Marathoner (2:43). The choice to go with Ross was made on the basis that his training programs were different from what I was doing, and also that he offered a clinical physiological approach alongside that of a coach and athlete.

Ross worked on a 4 week cycle, adjusting the plan to suit my life- and work-circumstances, and my ongoing training accomplishments. This resulted in a dynamic, flexible training program. Recovery was obviously a priority in the program, and Marathon training was done on 4 days a week, rather than 5; Recovery/easy, longer tempo or threshold, shorter track / speed sessions, and a long run (up to 36km) with the final kms at Marathon pace. The terrain matched the goal race, and I found myself locking in my Marathon pace easily by feel by the end of the 3 months. Speed sessions pushed me harder than I would have on my own, and recovery sessions were slower than I had been doing. In the course of 3 months I broke my 1km PB 5 times (to 3:56), my 5km PB was smashed by 1:30 (to 20:58), and my niggling foot injury settled remarkably quietly. Part of Marathon training is mental - so it was good to have practice pushing through some really tough mental barriers and “quit moments”.

Nutrition: During my lead up to Melbourne Marathon 2014 I wondered why I could run 80km a week for upwards of 4 weeks and not lose my podgy tummy. I was eating what I understood to be healthy, low fat food, based around a high carbohydrate load.  Two conversations (one on Facebook and one with my coach), pushed me to wonder about nutrition and my food habits. I started reading books (Sweet Poison, It Starts with Food) and researching on the internet (Whole 30, The Real Meal Revolution). A couple of weeks after this started, we popped up to Belgrave to watch That Sugar Film”.

All this led me towards a lower carbohydrate, higher fat food lifestyle - a complete change of meals, snacks and training nutrition!  Nutrient-rich whole foods replaced processed foods, (lots) more veges filled our plate; carbohydrate-heavy breakfasts, lunches and snacks were exchanged for more good fats, protein and lots of vegetables; Gluten disappeared from my diet altogether as did added sugar - and the compost bin gets a really good feed every day!  Within weeks I started to lose weight quickly and had more energy in my running and in my working day!

One Saturday we did a  sweep of the pantry and it was astounding how much added sugar was in our food - from meal sauces to crushed garlic to cereals. I was also surprised at how much my diet was centred around gluten-based carbs - especially breakfast and lunch. Over 8 weeks I lost 10kg, and have stabilised at 72kg (and lost most of the podge!)

However I was unsure whether I was actually balancing my nutrition - and was concerned also for the family who were being coaxed into new ways of fooding and cooking!

So we engaged Steph Lowe, The Natural Nutritionist, who confirmed that we had done the right thing and were on the right track. However we needed encouragement to focus on specific areas for each family member. Steph worked with 3 of us via Skype to understand our specific needs and goals. She worked (and is still working) specifically with me on my nutrition as an endurance athlete, giving me very specific goals for macro nutrients (fats, carbs and protein) in my daily meal cycle, supplements to fill specific nutritional gaps, and assistance to meet specific nutritional requirements for longer fasted training sessions, long runs and races.  (For more info on being a FatAdapted athlete, this podcast is great - http://thewellnesscouch.com/rfr/rfr-30-how-to-become-a-fat-adapted-athlete-with-steph-lowe)

Alongside the running and nutrition coaching, I did some intentional work on my core and hip stability, general flexibility, and incorporated a weekly swimming session on one of my ‘off’ days.

And so, with weeks of training, coaching and good nutrition the Hanscamp4 jumped on a plane to the Gold coast for a marathon and a weeks holiday. 
A room with a view!
Gold Coast
Pre-Race: The Gold Coast Airport Marathon (GCAM) is an IAAF Gold level accredited event - and the pre-race events offer the first taste of how hard they have worked to achieve this! The Pre-race expo (the biggest I’ve seen) filled one of the halls in the Gold Coast convention centre. All athletes were required to pick up bibs before the event (nothing posted). Photo ID was required, and the chips on all race bibs were checked for operation and ‘registered’ into the system electronically on pickup. The Expo was large and included clothing, technology, nutrition, memorabilia and paraphernalia, as well as other race events in Queensland, interstate and internationally (including 3 organisations who do 'guaranteed entry' to international events). We even met a few fellow Kiwis promoting events in Aotearoa (!). Jacinta and I took a couple of hours to check out the stalls and chat to people - and I picked up a GCAM trophy shirt, as well as a significantly discounted UD Hydration vest! 
 
Deeks
Anderson Moquiuti tells it like it is!
On Saturday I attended the Legends Lunch, eating and chatting with pumped up athletes with a range of experience, and listening to Steve Monaghetti, Rob de Castella (Deeks), Pat Carroll, Ryan and Sara Hall and others. One of the standout speakers was Anderson Moquiuti.  I had met Anderson on Facebook, but had a chance to shake hands, man-hug and chat with this inspirational man after his presentation. 11 years ago Ando had Guillain-Barre Syndrome, and was told he would probably not walk again. Ten years later he is running ultra marathons, and is finishing Marathons in under 3 hours.  The Legends Lunch was a great event - though I was saddened that we didn’t have any acknowledgement of Ron Clarke, given his long association with the GC and running. 

Nicky and I smiling for the start!
A view from the 3:30 pace group
Race day: On Sunday morning I was up at 5am (normal for my weekend run), downed a fat-black, and set up my hydration and nutrition. Sunblock was applied and (hideous) photos were taken before I stepped out of the apartment at 5:35 to head to the tram stop. No sweater was necessary - it was a comfortable temp, even in my race singlet. The tram quickly filled, so I hopped off early to walk and warm up. 1km walk, 1km jog, 1.5km @ race pace, 1km jog. Then toilet stop and a wander through the race precinct to get my bearings. I checked out the finish line (good for visualisation) and headed to the start area. Nicky Hamilton Morris (Knox Road Runners) spotted me and we wandered into our corale together - we were pumped. The usual photos and light chatter including race plan, soaking in the starting atmosphere, listening to instructions / banter from the 3:30 pacer preceded the motivational speech from Deeks, a tribute to Ron Clarke, the national anthem (not from Deeks!) - and we were off!

The race starts heading south from Southport over the Nerang River, before a hard left takes us on to Main Beach Parade which meanders its way to the turn at Burleigh Heads. There was great crowd support down to just after 5km (Cavill Ave). The drink stations were plentiful, and offered paper cups (easy to fold). Water at every stop, electrolytes at every second - with electrolytes first and water at the last tables! (Melbourne Marathon take note about the consistency!).
5km and looking happy!
I had my own electrolytes, but for the first half drank a few sips of water at every station. In the second half I grabbed two cups and drank from one and poured the rest into my hat, down my back or over my arms. For my nutrition, I had Amazeballs - 1/2 on the half hour and a full one on the hour, to 30km. For electrolytes I had Blueberry Freedom Fuel, with a portion to be consumed every hour (my fuel belt bottles fit 2 portions in each). [Note: I managed the Amazeballs off my Garmin alarm, but the Freedom Fuel was a bit less regimented, and I missed out on some early in the race.]

The road is used for both directions of the race, and got a bit tight in places around the 7-12km section. I had driven this part of the course, so I knew about the camber on the road (significant in places) and the dog-legs and speed-bumps. The race goes pretty well if runners stick to the middle of the road, but this is not always possible. The combination of heat and road-camber generated a blister on one toe on my left foot. 

Because the race turns back at 15.5km (Burleigh Heads), we were able to get a good look at the front runners for both women and men. Most of them were focussed on the race, but still many of the runners around me cheered them on. It was great that some of the second wave responded really well to this support.  The turn at Burleigh Heads passed without incident, and now we were able to see the runners behind us - and cheer them on.

One of the features of this race is that they measure 5km splits - and show a timing clock at each 5km timing mat. This is really good for knowing one is on pace. I managed some good 4:55-ish splits for the first half of the race, giving me a PB half marathon (1:44:49 - about 2 minutes faster than I had planned) (Yes - The HM point also had a timing mat and clock!). The blister on the middle toe on my left foot had reduced to a dull annoyance, but I wasn’t sure if this blister would be an issue into the second half of the race.

It was shortly after this that we started to feel the heat, and by 27km I was slowing to 5:00 km splits. At Cavill ave I was able to hand off two of my 4 bottles to the girls, which made running easier. I shook off the pain-beastie and strode on towards 30km (also the start/finish line). I hit the timer at a good pace, but knew I couldn’t maintain it for the next 10. After the 30km mark came a hill. I walked a little up it, but quickly decided I came for more than a walk, so put on some race pace up the rest of the hill - and felt surprisingly strong. Going past the finish zone was not too much of an issue for me, as we couldn’t see it.  But it was a hard slog from there on in.

I knew two things from my training - first that if I take the pace down a bit I can restore some energy; second that when my body is arguing with my mind, I can push myself harder than my body wants. So I pushed myself to run solidly between drink stops, and then walked with the cups for a good swallow of water and a dousing! (in the end my shorts got soaked and saggy - not a pretty feeling!) 
38km - striding out
We had not driven the top 10km before the race, so I had no idea what to expect (mistake). The road seemed to go on forever, and the turn at Biggera Waters (37km) could not come soon enough. It was delightful to see some “Marathon Motivators” at 36km - volunteers in maroon-colour vests who ran with struggling runners to keep them going to the top turn and back. It was a real mental battle to keep going as the combination of tiredness and heat gave all of us a challenge.  But my hip was not giving me problems as it had at the Melbourne Marathon the previous year, so I kept pushing - trying to maintain at least a 5:20 pace. After the turn we all knew we had only 5km to go - just a park run!  I forced myself to a good pace for the return 5km. With only two more points where I slowed, I finished down onto the main stretch with a solid finish pace.  I even managed 4:58kms between 38 and 40km.  In the final section from 41km the left hand side of the road was packed with supporters and cheering locals, and this lifted all of us - and I finished the last 500m in a sub 4:30 pace: With an official time of 3:35:22 - 20 minutes off my previous best!
The Finishing Chute - and a smile
Coming through the finishing chute was great - it is really set up as a stadium, with a wide blue ‘carpet’ and stadium seating on each side for spectators / supporters.  Once over the finishing line, the recovery area is wide and long, with plenty of space for runners to stop and stretch, eat/drink and wait for friends to cross the line.  As I crossed, I noticed that both Ando and Deeks were there greeting their friends and exhausted runners.
If it's on Strava, it happened!
Runners are awarded with a finishing T-shirt and medal as they leave the runners finishing area - so we don’t have to contend with medals getting sweaty, and juggling shirts while trying to eat and drink. After receiving the medal and shirt, finishers emerge into the arms of family and supporters gathered in a wide entertainment precinct. It was great to have the girls waiting for me with more food and a clean shirt! The advantage of the location is that it’s right beside the bay - and has beach showers for cooling off! The beach / grass area and wading pools make for a great family atmosphere! 
Cooling off!
Recovery
Walking wasn’t easy for anyone after the race  - with many of us limping or waddling towards trams, busses and cars.
It was great to find a cafe offering organic and whole food meals on the way out of the precinct. Trams were full, and there was an attempt to manage the queues, which some impatient louts tried to skip - but it was good to have the trams available.

After the race, ensuring sufficient electrolytes, and macros, I went into eating mode. If it looked like food, I ate it - and sometimes multiple portions. For a few days I happily ignored some of the no-no’s like ice-cream, chippies - even a bit of gluten and sugar found a temporary place on my plate!

Physically, I felt ok on Monday - it was a bit hard getting up and down from sitting; but no sore tendons in my feet (except the blister), and little general soreness in my muscles. By Wednesday I was feeing really great, but I held back and followed Rosco’s advice - not running until Saturday, but with some good long walks along the beach and beachfront. 

Notes and Learnings
a. Nutrition - Becoming more fat adapted using Low Carb, High Fat and Real Foods has a huge benefit; the use of the Freedom Fuel and Amazeballs on race day is great (though a bit more focus is needed around taking the freedom fuel). Having no gut or toiletting issues on race day is fantastic!
b. Training - having an outside perspective on my training plan has given me more focus and discipline around recovery, speed and specific pace work and has given me further tools to assess and adapt my training.
c. Using race photos is a great way to assess performance. While some are unflattering (you will never see these!), many of the race photos show me running strong and confident, and even smiling!
d. The GCAM is a great race, and I will be back!! 
A happy finisher!

Wednesday 29 July 2015

Day 28. Gratitude July

Coffee. There aren't many days that I remember what a privilege it is to be able to make and drink my own coffee - I often take it for granted; the beans and those who produce them; the clean drinking water in the machine; fine engineering; and an exquisite crema to close off a great brew. Today I'm grateful for a mere cup of coffee!



Day 27. Gratitude July

Today I'm grateful for the hills to the east of us - the Dandenong Mountain range and trails. I'm privileged to run in these hills with its trees, animals, birds and ... other runners.



Sunday 26 July 2015

Day 26. Gratitude July

For an hour of magic in the kitchen for this week - Chia puddings, banana bread, breakfast granola. 

Friday 24 July 2015

Day 24. Gratitude July

Today I'm grateful for poetry and poets, because of this line from Mary Oliver's "The Summer Day" 

"Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?"

Monday 13 July 2015

Day 11. Gratitude July

Over the last week we have drifted through several shops, theme-parks and markets. Almost everywhere we went there were creative, delightful and thought-provoking creations. Today I'm grateful for creative people who make me laugh and think ... an Ent for your garden, a ride-on esky (chilli-bin), a table "number" made out of toy whole-foods,  ... and signs (the last one from HogsBreath cafe)!



Friday 10 July 2015

Day 10. Gratitude July

Today Rebecca and I went back to Mt Tamborine, Qld. 19 years ago this week we enjoyed a few days here after our wedding. I'm constantly grateful for this generous, loving and adventurous woman, and these 19 years. But today, in this 'favourite' place, I am especially grateful.

Day 9. Gratitude July

I'm grateful for long friendships. Last night we had dinner with friends from NZ. Two families who had not seen each other for over two years, adults and kids just slotted back together like it was yesterday. Laughter, catch up stories - and a reminder that 19 years ago we were two couples (and one baby) together to celebrate our wedding. I'm deeply grateful for long lasting deep friendships. 

Thursday 9 July 2015

Day 8. Gratitude July

Grateful for Role Models. Rob de Castella (Deeks) is an Australian marathon champion with two Commonwealth games gold medals, as well as significant achievements in other international races. A modest bloke with a passion for helping young indigenous Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islanders to improve their health, and to change lives through running and the opportunities that can bring using the Indigenous Marathon Project.

I met him at the Legends Lunch at the Gold Coast Airport Marathon.  I also shook his hand at the finish line, as he stood there waiting to welcome each of the IMP runners at the finish line.


Day 7. Gratitude July

If creation includes odd creatures like these - then I must have a place too! Grateful for the cute and odd creatures in our world. (SeaWorld)


Day 6. Gratitude July

Grateful for generous, happy, healthy daughters - who remind me (often) not to take life too seriously.

Saturday 4 July 2015

Friday 3 July 2015

Thursday 2 July 2015

Gratitude July - Intro!

Connecting Gratitude, Pausing & Winter.
(And an invitation)

grateful words on lips
gentle susurration
smile turns slowly up*

It started as a bit of a game on Facebook: a daily poetry challenge.  You give Peter a word, and he writes it into poetry.  [words used: grateful, susurration] *(Poetry by Peter White)
Peter’s challenge was running in parallel with a couple of other friends who used photographs or words to express gratitude every day for a month.  All of them said the same thing: It’s easy at first – food, water, sunshine, etc. But as time went on, the challenge took more time and more focus – it took them into some things they had never seen before, and many that they had taken for granted.  What were the actual qualities of their spouse or best friend for which they were thankful?  Some even named the rhythm of ironing and the hum of the vacuum cleaner as representing gratitude for having clothes and a home.
Recently, we paused and expressed thanks to God for the gift of a new home - blessing places of rest, cleansing, hospitality, meal-preparation, story-telling, creativity; windows that welcome light, and doors that welcome old and new friends. This moment and these people paused to express gratitude for bringing the Tonga family to this new point in their lives.

As I ran past bare trees and soaked fields yesterday, I wondered if there might be a connection between winter, pausing … and finding that gratitude.  In winter, creation takes a pause from growing and fruiting. It needs the rest, the pause, the patient-waiting in order to grow well in spring.
I wondered if this might be a useful winter / July discipline – to write or draw or photograph (phone or camera), something for which I’m grateful every day. 
So I’m going to dive in on July 1: a month of recording things for which I’m grateful.  I’m going to do mine through my blog. You would be welcome to join me – journal, blog, facebook, instagram or on your fridge door. One thing every day for which we are grateful. (I’d love to hear from you if you are joining me!)

Sunday 3 May 2015

Sing boldly

 Sing, God's people, Sing.
Sing like the magpies, 
sing of God's salvation.
Sing of God's faithfulness. 


Sing your lament, and ask, "How Long, O God".
Sing in the shower and the showers;
sing in the pain and in the laughter;
sing through the tears and the giggles. 

Then come. 

Come, join your voices and sing together,
the sound of God's salvation 
and stubborn faithfulness 
meeting the world's pain and beauty. 

Sing, God's people. Sing.

Thursday 30 April 2015

Repost (Jon Humphries): So Much ...



Painting by Myuran Sukamaran*
So Much, God.

In this world, Lord,
So much death
So much sadness
More compassion is needed.


So much waste
So much suffering
More justice is required.


So much grief
So many tears
More support is welcomed.


So much to do
So much to offer
More love to be lived.


So much we have in you
So much you call us to
More may we follow the Christ


So, let it be.


Amen.

- Jon Humphries

* Myuran Sukamaran and Andrew Chan were executed, along with 6 others, by Indonesia on 29 April, 2015.

Tuesday 21 April 2015

The Immigrant

One of the themes that captivates my imagination comes from my own story - that of immigration. Occasionally I come across songs or images or poems that hold a part of that theme. Starting again, carrying all we own in a couple of suitcases, daily encounters with fresh, strange and odd situations. Almost everything needs to be relearned and negotiated.


Today I picked up this link from Norm Strauss (via my friend Jan Fischer), for his song "The Immigrant". 
"This land is so big you can finally be yourself.
Let these open fields free your captive soul 
or let those wild mountains swallow you whole.

Follow your heart, even to unfamiliar places.
Follow your heart, writing your story on these pages
 
The land that I called 'Father'
still comes to me in dreams
and sometimes I wonder
where would I be?"

While the song is set in a different place and time, some of the lines rang clear for me - telling our story, as well as that of my grandparents. "Follow your heart, even to unfamiliar places." "Starting over at 46 (47) years old", "and we held our breaths and hoped that all the stories told were true, a frontier land with promises of more..." 

I've lived between these lines. Thank you Norm Strauss

Monday 30 March 2015

Just (DON'T) add sugar

Label Reading is the new Where's Wally game in our Supermarket shopping!!  But what about our own Pantry?  


The decision to go Sugar Free was confirmed this evening when Letitia​ dug out all the (unopened) items in our pantry that contained added sugar and stacked them on the bench. The clear winner was the box of Caramel Mud Cake mix, which contains 43g of sugar per 100g; the box is 600g, so that makes 60tsp of sugar in the box - or approximately half the box!! Kantong Honey Soy Chicken sauce came in a close second with 37g per 100g (ingredients:: Water, sugar, honey, glucose ...). Even Golden Circle Beetroot contains added sugar (10g/100g). In a 450g tin, that is about 8tsp of sugar - added to beetroot!

So tonight we gave away 2 large shopping bags of products that we no longer want on our plates. It wasn't easy - we have grown attached to eating that way, and to those products and tastes, where we allow others to add sugar to our food. But it is an eye-opening journey. I've lost 3kg (so far), and am feeling great.

Yep - some people will say we are crazy.  I know that Low Carb/High Fat isn't for everyone (I'm not yet sure it is long term for me), but avoiding products with added sugar - foods that really don't need them - is not just a game; it's about our health.

Sunday 22 March 2015

Just Eat Real Foods (Jerf)

(note: This post contains an unashamed plug for health)
I've now been sugar free for 10 days, eating whole foods, low carbs, healthy fats, good protein; no bread, weetbix or cereal, muesli bars or biscuits. I'm intentionally sugar free and intentionally whole food-ing - and I'd say I'm unintentionally / consequentially gluten free.  


It was difficult to start with - what do I eat if I don't eat bread!!!, but my body is adapting well. I've learned that I can go for hours without needing to eat; I'm learning to cook well and eat well; I'm amazed, scared, and fascinated about how much processed food there was in my 'normal' diet, and how much sugar there is in our processed foods.  I've lost several kgs, but weight has stablised. I may even have abs under that squishy exterior (no photos, sorry).

This film has confirmed what I have learned in the past 2 months: www.thatsugarfilm.com . I have to say this was the most entertaining documentary I have seen for a long time (maybe ever). Informative. Funny. Scary. And really inspiring. It is amazing how much sugar there is in our foods and the impact of sugar in our diets.  If you get a chance to see www.thatsugarfilm.com in the movies, just do it. Even if no one comes with you, just go.

I'll keep you informed of progress - and if you are interested in details, please get in touch with me.

Saturday 14 February 2015

Tales of dogs, left overs, and taking a risk

A sermon given at the induction for Sylvia 'Akau'ola Tongotongo 
into the Burwood Heights Uniting Church, Melbourne, Australia.  


Matthew 14.13-23a. Jesus wants to pray, but can’t get away from the crowd. He heals, teaches and feeds the crowd. His friends learn more about who he is, and what it means to follow him … 
and finally Jesus gets the space to pray.  

Mike turned up to church. His first time for a long time. They knew something wasn’t right, because he brought his dog to church – into church.  “She’s my companion”, he said to the greeters at the door.
 http://www.urbanpetservices.com/PetCare/PetPictures/DogPic1.jpg

Some were concerned, even worried. Murmurings, mutterings. The dog might soil the carpet. What about fleas? Don’t those dogs bite?
Through the service the dog sat quietly. Mike sat intently. And the back row did its ministry superbly.  The 4 year old stared at the dog, over the toys and crayons.  The 18 month old toddled over to pat the dog.  Her mother watched with a little smile on her face.

Fellowship time and a cuppa after worship. “You can’t have a dog around food. What about …” More mutterings. Someone talked to Mike. And then to the dog. The dog talked back. 

When the dog barked, someone came over and suggested to Mike that he might tie up his dog outside.  He smiled, said yes and took the dog out … and kept walking down the street.

Fortunately two of the blokes noticed and took off after Mike and his companion.  They talked, and eventually wandered back to the church together.


In the ministry and mission of the church, we are often faced with this dilemma.  We know how to cope when things are normal, when people are like us. But opportunities come in surprising packages, and sometimes even scary ones.

"Send them away.
We have nothing."
We echo the words of Jesus' friends.

Mike’s story is not one of an encounter with bad church people, but with a normal mix of human delight, confusion, fear, anxiety, hope and … What do you do with a dog in church – what do you do with a person who insists that she is his companion?

Mental health issues, alcohol or substance additions, anger, fear, cynicism, even hopelessness. As long as they are not obvious, we can cope.

But when they are obvious, and especially when they come to us from strangers, we struggle when we don’t know how to respond. “Send them to Harrison or Wesley or Lentara”, can be our reaction.

This Scripture and this day sit in a melee of the season of Epiphany, Valentines day, Lent and an induction of a congregation and minister into a new ministry.

Epiphany – Who is this Jesus?
Lent – How do we follow this Christ?
Induction – How do we do ministry together?
Valentines day – Did he remember the flowers, chocolate and cards!! (No relevance really, just thought I’d throw that one in!!)


This moment, and this scripture, is packed with pastoral, missional and discipleship moments and inferences.

“When Jesus heard that John had been murdered, he withdrew to a deserted place.” “And after he had dismissed the crowds, he went up the mountain by himself to pray.”

These are the bookends of this and other stories in the gospels … Jesus withdrew to pray.  He is not a superhero who flits from healing a blind man to feeding a crowd to preaching.  Jesus is deeply reliant on this relationship with God.

Think for a moment about the life and breathing in and out of ministry and mission in our congregation; ordained, lay, part time, full time, no-available-time-but-ok.  We need the space and time to reflect, to grieve, to gather our thoughts after all sorts of events. That’s the breathing in … the life-giving, sustenance of ministry and mission. Sometimes all the stuff we do takes our breath away, and we need to withdraw. Those of you who have led worship know that sometimes it knocks the stuffing out of you. We need to breathe in. We can’t always be giving and giving.

This is a missional perspective and posture, too.
As church, we are engaged in the mission of God.  It is God’s mission, for which there is a church. One of these missional moments happens when we recognize that it is God’s mission, not ours … and one of the ways we acknowledge that is to engage in a practice of prayer.  Busy-ness is not a spiritual gift.

As a Synod we have urged the Major Strategic Review to have on its agenda “faith formation and discipleship”.  Our spiritual disciplines of prayer, engagement with scripture, listening to God, our Lenten disciplines of fasting and reflecting on the life and passion of Christ … these are part of our formation as followers of Jesus.

But, as a church, we are also deeply engaged in understanding our context, our mission and ministry in 2015 and beyond.  Faith is best formed when it is tested in the real places of our world – in mission and in ministry. 

‘God, there are needy people.  Send them away’
‘You give them something’, is the reply.
‘We have nothing’, we say.
‘Give what you have to me …’

The disciples see a hungry crowd.  They see a problem.  They form a committee and decide that the budget won’t meet the need.
What builds their faith is when they realize what it means that God is there with them:  Twelve disciples, twelve baskets.

This is not an instructive story about how to feed a large crowd at a church pot luck.  This is a story of revelation and call – A narrative about understanding who Christ is, and of what it means to follow this One. Epiphany and Lent: Recognizing God in many different spaces, and responding to a call to follow, which means acknowledging that its not all about me and my resources. 

This is one of many moments which the gospel writers use to describe this stumbling, growing faith of the disciples; and which the gospel writers use to feed the stumbling, growing faith of the people in their communities … and ours.  Who is this Jesus? How do we follow?


We are invited, called, welcomed to participate in the Mission of God in the world – and specifically in this postcode, on this corner, with this shopping center over the road and this tram stop outside.

Like the disciples, our focus can too often be on our activity and participation, what we can and can’t do, what we have (or more often what we don’t have!) rather than on what God is doing – on the mission of God. When we focus on our participation, we too often limit what might happen, what could be done, what is possible when the needs or the crisis is so urgent, rather than on what God is doing in this moment.

YES we need to watch budgets, and care for buildings and plan events. But they are means to another end – what is God doing in our neighbourhood, in our community, in our lives. 

Mike lives with a mental illness.  He spent years caring for his sick mother. After his mother died, the home they lived in was sold, and he had to move out … to a shabby one bedroom flat behind the shops.  The family never spoke to Mike again, and all he had was the dog.  Faithful companions to each other.

Mike turned up to church.  And he got to experience a congregation. And a congregation got to experience Mike.  Growth in discipleship, expression of mission and pastoral care all rolled into that moment when the community struggled with not knowing what to do, but trusting that God might do something in this moment.

Being a welcoming community can often challenge our understanding of ‘our community’. Mental illness, dogs as companions, heavy drinkers, and ‘my rights’ don’t always sit comfortably in the same space. But when we look into another’s eyes for long enough, and when we listen to the stories, we discover a space of freedom, ‘comfortably uncomfortable’ – where we rediscover welcome and community.


Sylvia. People of Burwood Heights.
As you begin in this new ministry together, and as you continue in your ministries, take the time necessary to listen to what God might have to say to you. In times of grief. In times of planning. In times of meeting as a council or as a congregation … allow silence, prayer and listening to be means of grace to you in your mission and ministry.

I have experienced Sylvia as a woman of prayer and deep compassion.  No doubt that you will too.  But you will need to care for her and John as well. Ensure that she takes her leave and days off; and respect her space to do so. Pray for her. Pray with her. And welcome her prayers and compassion as gifts that grow your own faith and discipleship and mission.

And when the Mikes of this world come to your door, and the opportunities for Mission and Ministry are vast (and they are), listen for the voice of One who might ask you to give them something.  You may find resources beyond what you expect, an epiphany of Christ in that place, and a chance to grow as disciples and as a missional community.  



And there will be bread for sharing, friendship for strengthening, grace for renewing, and the Spirit of God for breathing.  May you share and breathe, be strengthened and renewed through all the delights and struggles of your moments together.

May the grace, love and presence of Christ be with you, those you love and those you are learning to love.