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Wednesday, 5 September 2012
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Wednesday, 1 August 2012
Invitation 7 Sept: Peace with People, Peace with our Planet - AFranciscan Perspective
Dear friends
On Friday 7 September, the Archdiocesan Justice and Peace Office, in collaboration with the Franciscan Justice, Peace and Integrity of Creation Office is hosting a seminar with Fr Joseph Rozansky OFM at the Polding Centre in the City. Fr Joe serves at the Franciscan General Curia in Rome as Director of the Secretariat for Justice, Peace and the Integrity of Creation (JPIC). He co-ordinates activities in JPIC around the globe and animates Franciscans and others in JPIC. Joseph was the leader of the Franciscan group at the Rio +20 Summit this year.
We would love you to join us for what we're sure will be an valuable conversation on the topic Peace with People, Peace with our Planet : A Franciscan Perspective. More information will follow but in the meantime, please claim the date in your diaries and pass this notice and flyer attached on to your your networks.
Warm regards
Chantelle
Chantelle Ogilvie-Ellis
Promoter of Justice and Peace
Justice and Peace Office
Catholic Archdiocese of Sydney
T: 02 9390 5319
F: 02 9261 8312
M: 0439 584 221
Level 12, Polding Centre,
133 Liverpool St, Sydney, NSW 2000
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Peace with People, Peace with our Planet : A Franciscan Perspective.
Friday 7 September, 6:30-8pm (including supper)
Catholic Archdiocese of Sydney, Level 5, Polding Centre,133 Liverpool St, Sydney
Joseph Rozansky OFM serves at the Franciscan General Curia in Rome as Director of the Secretariat for Justice, Peace and the Integrity of Creation (JPIC). He co-ordinates activities in JPIC around the globe and animates Franciscans and others in JPIC. Joseph was the leader of the Franciscan group at the Rio +20 Summit this year.
Joseph has a background as a missionary, having spent many years among the landless of Brazil in Goias and in formation work for his home Province accompanying young friars prior to making their final commitment of vows.
RSVP: Chantelle (9390 5319 / chantelle.ogilvie-ellis@sydneycatholic.org) or Sarah (9369 9309 / jpic@franciscans.org.au)
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Wednesday, 6 June 2012
The Stranger
THE STRANGER
A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger
who was new to our small town. From the beginning,
Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer
and soon invited him to live with our family. The
stranger was quickly accepted and was around
from then on.
As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my
family. In my young mind, he had a special niche.
My parents were complementary instructors: Mom
taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey.
But the stranger... he was our storyteller. He would
keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures,
mysteries and comedies.
If I wanted to know anything about politics, history
or science, he always knew the answers about the past,
understood the present and even seemed able to predict
the future! He took my family to the first major league
ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The
stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem
to mind.
Sometimes, Mum would get up quietly while the rest of
us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to
say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet.
(I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)
Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions,
but the stranger never felt obligated to honor them.
Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home - not
from us, our friends or any visitors. Our long time visitor,
however, got away with four-letter words that burned my
ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush.
My Dad didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol but the
stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made
cigarettes look cool, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished.
He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments
were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally
embarrassing..
I now know that my early concepts about relationships were
influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he
opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked
... And NEVER asked to leave.
More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved
in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly
as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into
my parents' den today, you would still find him sitting over
in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and
watch him draw his pictures.
We just call him 'TV.'
He has a wife now....we call her 'Computer.'




























