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Date: 08 May 2006 08:22:19
This last Good Friday we missed church because my wife and I decided to visit my sister who lives on a farm in Victoria's mallee region. It's a 5 hour drive and we left early.
It was a contemplative time... a lovely clear morning journeying through a lot of small rural towns. The many country churches we passed either had a dozen or so cars parked out front indicating there were a faithful few worshippers inside, or a small group of (mostly) elderly gathered outside having just finished worship.
One town had a small procession with a Jesus figure carrying a cross.
In my younger years I never understood what made my parents go to church so regularly every Sunday but now if I'm away, I really miss it.