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Moriel Australia Margret Godwin AUSTRALIANnews Australian Report– March 2010 Greetings in the Name of Our Lord Jesus Christ As we commence a new year (my 11 th ) I try to think of some nice line with which to open the report, but yet again I have failed miserably. I must first congratulate Carrie (our typesetter) on the last two issues of the Quarterly. What an incredible talent she has. Praise the Lord. In recognizing her talent one also knows there is a great deal of hard effort working and reworking the articles, especially when you are at the beck and call of all the contributors. Some are worse than others, like that person, “Downunder.” Anyway Carrie, on behalf of all the readers we do appreciate your dedication and patience. After a couple of quieter months here in Australia we are about to launch into tour mode for 2010 with Dave Royle here in May, Jacob in June/July and Calvin Smith in August/September. So do watch the flyers in the newsletter and, of course, the Web site: http://www.moriel.org, for the details of their meetings. Dave is going to the “Land of the Long White Cloud” for the first time ever, so he is really looking forward to seeing some of that magnificent country. Here in Australia we may (well, 90% sure) have a special first time visitor to our shores–so again watch the magazine for details as they unfold. Thank you to all those that so promptly returned their Quarterly re-registration forms, and thank you too for the prayerful and financial support. It is greatly appreciated. We received some special contributions to the Haiti Appeal and to our people in Israel. By the time you receive this all the funds will have been distributed. So to all those who gave so generously both in monetary gifts and prayers we say a big “Thank you.” With all the mail that comes in over the holidays I received some really sad news that we have lost some very special people from the Moriel family. While we rejoice that they have gone home to be with the Lord, I will miss them so. Our dear Jill from New South Wales lost her wonderful Don on Boxing Day. Quite a number of people who attended our 2009 conference at Belgrave Heights will remember this special couple. And another Jill (now from Toowoomba) lost her beloved during the year. Also, two of my beautiful ladies from Camperdown (Victoria), Ev and Peggy also left us. These two ladies were among the first to join Moriel when I started out, and I will so miss them–that is just the selfish part of me. I have enclosed a photo of Peggy and Ev (weren’t they beautiful)? Please remember their families in your prayers as they come to terms with their loss. Peggy and Eve I recall when I lost my darling Ross in 2006. I received so many lovely letters and cards, but one that really stood out was from a dear sister who had lost her husband quite a number of years earlier. She told me that as I opened my grieving heart to the Lord He would fill my life in ways that I never thought possible. And she was absolutely right. Praise Him. But we, too, have a part to play, and that is to pray for the widows and widowers. This is a very special ministry, praying for them and comforting them. Time does ease the heartache but it never really leaves you. Along with these letters I received quite a number from folks who are not experiencing good health (maybe it is a sign we are getting older) and are seeking prayerful support. So I am going to re-introduce the “Intercessory Prayer Group.” You will find the form on the inside back page of the wrapper. Names, etc., are always kept confidential, and the list will be updated each month, or sooner if required. So have a pray on it and see if maybe that is something God is calling you too. Speaking of ministering to the elderly and the sick, we took the children from our fellowship to our local nursing home for them to do their Nativity story and to sing the beautiful old traditional Christmas hymns. We had the most wonderful afternoon, and the kiddies were exceptional (with only a few fluffs with their lines). The look on the ladies and gents who attended was so special it just melted my heart. The hit of the afternoon was a rousing rendition of “Father Abraham” along with all the actions–it truly was the “Wow” factor. I must confess that it is one of my favorites–just a big kid at heart. Aunty Pam worked hard for the weeks before handmaking costumes and so on. We made afternoon tea for all the patients, but, as you can appreciate, quite a number have diabetes. One of the men, Kevin, was absolutely having a feast-anda-half, and he was so careful not to get caught by the staff. He kept employing someone new to get him some treats. Kevin hoodwinked our Pastor John more than anyone else. I was so worried this poor man would have sugar frenzy, but praise the Lord, he was okay. When we go back again this year we will be on guard against the sugar bandits. I guess a lovely fresh scone with Jam and whipped cream is just too great a temptation. We will go back again this year, and we have booked the Baby Animal Farm to host the Christmas Story. Of course, we need not wait for Christmas to go visit these dear people who are essentially in God’s Waiting Room. Thank you too for all those who have been praying for Jacob. David will fill you in via the American report as to how his heath is going. Another huge acknowledgment must be to Marijke from New Zealand, and Lina from Sydney, who have just completed their year-long stay at Ebyown. What a precious role they have played in helping with all the needs of the children. So girls, from all of us who cannot go to South Africa and do what you have done for the past year, we thank you from the bottom of our hearts. May the Lord bless you mightily. So dear family, it is time to bring this to a close. I look forward to seeing many of you at one of our visitors meetings. My love to each and every one of you In Christ Marg 22 Moriel Quarterly • March 2010
Margret Godwin Rambling Rose ambling o s e As in the lyrics of that worldly jingle, “here we go, here go, here we goooo,” another year under the belt so to speak. 2009 was certainly a bumpy ride, and at the same time as the previous year, we were devastated by the dreadful bushfires and loss of life here in Victoria. In the ensuing months we have seen such dreadful things all over the world. Are we just becoming conditioned? As I told you in the last “Rambling Rose,” we were gutting the office and having a whole new look, which left no room for “clutter.” Well we did gut the office and we had all the new desks fitted. Yet regardless of all the effort my son put into making the surfaces all “sloping” to alleviate the hoarding of material (by yours truly) I have not quite mastered the “Clutter free” aspect. But I do live in hope!!!!!!! Maybe I should extend the “due date” to post Easter! Did you have a lovely Christmas or, as a dear sister of mine says, the 25 th of December? I had lunch with Shirley at the nursing home, and on Boxing Day my son, daughter-in-law, and grandchildren came for lunch. I had quite a bit of the food partially prepared, but when they arrived they took over. For the first time in the last 40- odd years I did not cook Christmas dinner. I had the most wonderful day as I felt that I passed on the “mantle” so to speak. Now I am quite content in just being the Matriarch. While the kids were preparing lunch we had a lovely visit from Pastor John Maisano and his wife, with their daughters Mila and Sissy (visiting from Adelaide). Each year the family goes down to Lakes Entrance (Coast) for a few days. While their visit was brief it was so lovely to see them. Largely due to the fantastic job that Carrie did in setting up the last two newsletters, we have been inundated with letters, orders and queries. As our Aussie readers know, we sent out both the September and December newsletters in one mailing (pre Christmas) along with a mini catalogue of the latest resource material. So our readers have been treated to a wonderful amount of reading material over the holidays. But as you can imagine, it was a mammoth task to get it out—and a very expensive one with postal and printing costs. Having said that, we serve a wonderfully gracious God who meets our financial needs, so we were able to get all the accounts paid. Praise Him. In early January my sister Bev came to visit for a week or so. It was wonderful to have her almost to myself (except for the mail out). Ever since I married, and subsequently as she did, we have never lived in the same state. So while we talk all the time on the phone we don’t get a lot of time together. Bev has suffered with Parkinson’s disease for 19 years, but she is marvelous and won’t let it interfere with her life any more than she has to. But I have noticed a wee anomaly: although I am the eldest in the family, she is the bossy one and tells me what to do. I always thought there should have been some “perks” to being the eldest but it seems not. The fact is that she manages her “bossiness” brilliantly–minimum amount of fuss; no great histrionics–but somehow my two brothers and I just seem to follow on. I think I will make that my project for this year–to study exactly how she manages it! Watch out 2011, is all I can say. I digress here a little, just to illustrate how effective her “bossing” is. Last year her two boys in their 20’s, my son in his 40’s and my other niece and nephew in between, were having a very rare get together at my son’s home here in Melbourne. My sister, via phone from Queensland, told me to make sure I took some photos. Well I did try and try. But do you think any of them would cooperate? No, not one of them. So I got on the mobile and reported this disobedience to my sister. She asked to speak to the five of them in turn. Whatever she said was very brief, but within moments they were all lined up smiling, having their photo taken. I could not help but think, “Now that was ‘class’.” As I said earlier, I always thought there should be perks/rewards for being the eldest. You know (and I address this to the eldest in your family) how you are the eldest and therefore have to set an example and be responsible for your siblings and so on, which I think we have been shortchanged. Although being the eldest sibling, I am also the shortest, I am the only one with straight hair, and I have the least in the looks and brains department. I recall saying to my Dad one day, “How come as the eldest I didn’t get height, looks, etc?” He smiled and said to me, “Oh love, we were just practicing when we had you!” My dear Mum Kate would get very cross when Dad said this, as she felt he was casting aspersions upon her moral character. She would be heard to say, “Ray, we were married in September 1946 and Margaret was born in November 1947 (now I have given that away haven’t I?). Dear old Ray (Dad) would just have a silly grin on his face as he delighted in getting Mum to bite, so to speak. Like undoing her apron when she had her hands covered in flour or such. You remember those times? Such a plethora of wonderful memories, but I am starting down one of my favorite old “paths” of yesteryear, so I had best bring this bit to a close. Thank you to all those who have thus far sent in the bread tags and wool. By the time you receive this newsletter we should be okay for the tags and the rolls, but we can always use the wool. The more colorful the better. Our Pam is heading off to England in late March to visit her brother John for some three weeks. John has not been of the best health so she is off to have time with him. He is such a lovely man, so please uphold Pam as she shares the Lord with him. Oh, guess what I have now. Yes, a mobility scooter! It is wonderful! Some dear friends were away down the coast over the holidays and saw it for sale. To cut a long story short, I was able to get it at a very good price. It is great for getting around here at Trafalgar (as we are so flat). I find it so much easier to use that than getting in and out of the car. In late November some dear friends of mine were driving in a storm when a tree fell on top of their car. Thankfully they were okay, but the car was a write-off. So as I haven’t been able to drive very much I gave them my car to use. But my dear son did not want me to be car-less (so to speak), so he gave me his pride and joy–his big V8 Ute. Brilliant blue, and boy did it go. Anyway, when I went to pick it up I put my “disability sticker” on the dashboard and my walking stick in the passenger seat, and as I turned around to say goodbye my son was standing there with a look of absolute horror on his face. His remarks were, “Oh mother, p-l-e-a-s-e not a walking stick! If you should get pulled up by the police please hide it under the seat. I could not bear the shame!” Well, I ask you! Anyway, Delsa did most of the driving and she loved the power of the V8 after having driven her 4-wheel drive. We were known around town as Thelma and Louise. It was a good laugh and it cleared away a few cobwebs. I don’t think Delsa wanted to give it back. Well my dears, I think it is time for me to go. Please keep our tour schedule in your prayers. Bless each and every one of you. In Christ Marg March 2010 • Moriel Quarterly 23
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