Our church, Geelong Reformed Presbyterian Church, is celebrating 150 years. I put up some info on the site about it.
Here is the journal of past events leading up to the church being established.
Sunday 27th December, 1857
When Rev. Alexander Mcllwaine Moore and his wife Anna arrived by ship in Melbourne on Wednesday 23rd December, 1857 there was no one to greet them at the Hobson's Bay docks. So, a day was spent contacting some famalies who had belonged to the Reformed Presbyterian Churches in Ireland and Scotland before settling in Australia. Only one family was contacted and so A. M. Moore decided to move to Geelong where, to quote his own words, he "knew there were men of the right stamp". He arrived in Geelong via train on Saturday 26th December, 1857. Without wasting a second A.M. Moore 'met a few friends for prayer' on Sunday 27th December, 1857.
Sunday January 3rd, 1858
A.M. Moore preached from the lounge room of Mr. John Wright who was a timber merchant in Geelong. The number present did not exceed a dozen. The subject of his address was the Parable of the Mustard Seed.
Sunday January 10th, 1858
A.M. Moore preached from the pulpit of the Free Church, of which Rev. John Tait was minister. From the research of Mrs. Gladys Seaton, this church was located in Little Malop St. probably between Yarra and Bellarine Streets. The next day (Monday 11th January 1858) a meeting was held of those interested in the establishment of a Reformed Presbyterian Church in Geelong. The meeting consisted of 12 persons, heads of families, and was most cordial in support of the development of a church.
Sunday June 22nd, 1858
The first congregational meeting was held when a committee of management was appointed. The Church was now organised and the members decided to pay their minister a salary of £250 per year.
9.4.08
who would of thought...
I was making sloppy joes tonight and needed to reference the cookbook for some of the ingredients. I was reading through the directions and got a chuckle
Here is what it says to do (me paraphrasing)
1. Cook meat until brown, drain
2. Add remaining ingredients except buns. Heat until bubbly.
I would be interested in trying sloppy joes with the buns added...who knows it might just add a little something.
Yesterday was a pretty warm and sunny day for autumn. The girls and I were outside when Adele started screaming. I ran over to her and she was covered in ants. They were biting and she was very sad. They even got into her mouth. One had clamped down on her tongue and would not let go for anything. Our ants can be horrible on days like those. The sun is a drug to them. They get to working and watch out if you dare get in their path...even if you are a gazillion times bigger then they are. I think they were trying to drag Adele into their tunnels.
Brandon and the girls took a walk the other night and a kitten followed them home. The girls were beside themselves with happiness. "Kitty!!!!". I thought it might be a stray so we let it hang around for two days. Then I took a walk with the girls and it followed us down the street until we passed a certain house. The kitten ran to greet its friend and I realized we are been played. "Sorry girls, we cannot keep the kitten, it lives here". Thankfully they were not sad. I wouldn't mind having a pet but I think I would rather have a dog than a cat. It seems that fewer people are allergic to dogs.
Today was a rather horrid day. I took the girls out to a couple of shops and then to a cafe for lunch with friends. Jolene's attitude was horrible to infinity. Screaming, hitting, going limp, playing the opposite game ("I want a drink", "I don't want a drink"). Grrrrr. At the cafe I finally just strapped her into the pram and put her outside so we could eat in some peace. The plastic flaps in the doorway helped as a barrier against her screams of protest. *sigh* We all have these days as moms but sometimes I wouldn't mind taking a rain check. I know these days are the vital ones in training and correcting but sometimes I think we are in a time warp and the day will never end. I am praying that tomorrow the attitude will be gone and she will have a softer heart.
I am thankful that I can pray about these times, it helps keep my arteries from exploding with anger. I am reminded that wisdom in disciplining, controlling anger, and showing love are things I need to be praying for every morning as I go to work.
Some pics of the girls while we were in Frankston two weeks ago.
Here is what it says to do (me paraphrasing)
1. Cook meat until brown, drain
2. Add remaining ingredients except buns. Heat until bubbly.
I would be interested in trying sloppy joes with the buns added...who knows it might just add a little something.
Yesterday was a pretty warm and sunny day for autumn. The girls and I were outside when Adele started screaming. I ran over to her and she was covered in ants. They were biting and she was very sad. They even got into her mouth. One had clamped down on her tongue and would not let go for anything. Our ants can be horrible on days like those. The sun is a drug to them. They get to working and watch out if you dare get in their path...even if you are a gazillion times bigger then they are. I think they were trying to drag Adele into their tunnels.
Brandon and the girls took a walk the other night and a kitten followed them home. The girls were beside themselves with happiness. "Kitty!!!!". I thought it might be a stray so we let it hang around for two days. Then I took a walk with the girls and it followed us down the street until we passed a certain house. The kitten ran to greet its friend and I realized we are been played. "Sorry girls, we cannot keep the kitten, it lives here". Thankfully they were not sad. I wouldn't mind having a pet but I think I would rather have a dog than a cat. It seems that fewer people are allergic to dogs.
Today was a rather horrid day. I took the girls out to a couple of shops and then to a cafe for lunch with friends. Jolene's attitude was horrible to infinity. Screaming, hitting, going limp, playing the opposite game ("I want a drink", "I don't want a drink"). Grrrrr. At the cafe I finally just strapped her into the pram and put her outside so we could eat in some peace. The plastic flaps in the doorway helped as a barrier against her screams of protest. *sigh* We all have these days as moms but sometimes I wouldn't mind taking a rain check. I know these days are the vital ones in training and correcting but sometimes I think we are in a time warp and the day will never end. I am praying that tomorrow the attitude will be gone and she will have a softer heart.
I am thankful that I can pray about these times, it helps keep my arteries from exploding with anger. I am reminded that wisdom in disciplining, controlling anger, and showing love are things I need to be praying for every morning as I go to work.
Some pics of the girls while we were in Frankston two weeks ago.
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