Over the weekend in Pt Augusta, Robyn & I firstly shared at a mixed breakfast about what the Lord is doing through Frontier Services in Remote South Australia. The time was supported by people from different churches & from surrounding districts.
Sunday morning I shared Gods Word from Psalm 23, a message that I had totally reworked with this weekend in mind. It was such a joy seeing people hungry for His word, I could see folk getting understanding, then quickly writing it down.
I used a PowerPoint presentation, where each verse of Psalm 23 was individually displayed over a photo of different Stations within our Patrol Area. I noticed a lady getting quite emotional as the Station scenes appeared.
After the service, she came straight up to me saying "we need to talk", so with our plates filled with goodies from the country luncheon, we sat down to have that "talk".
It turned out, she was born & bred a Station girl, now in her older years, the memories came flooding back as the slide show of Remote Australia flashed before her. The very Station her Grandparents & Father owned (and still remains in the family) where she grew up, I had literally visited a few weeks before.
We spent much time together as she reminisced over her station years. She told me about her mother, who would once a week put on her best dress, overlaid with a clean ironed apron. Then, do her hair & even put lipstick on, all because....(wait for it) the mail was being delivered. For many in remote regions, having a visitor, even if it was the mail man was the highlight of the week.
The story of travelling with her dad in his old truck that was not allowed to stop at closed gated because it would vaporise the fuel and stall, was hilarious. The answer was, her dad would slow down as much as possible, driving a circle past the closed gate, where, she would jump out of the truck, as it continued round, open the gate, allowing her dad to drive through. Once through the gate, she would close the gate as dad circled again with door open as she jumped back in.
Another highlight of the day, was, at the breakfast I met a wonderful man, who also had an incredible story of faith to tell. Through his sharing he paused, saying, tomorrow at the Sunday service, I would love to sing for you. No one in this church even knew, he could sing, let alone know he could also play the guitar beautifully. So to top of a Spirit led time, he sang, what he thought would be just one song, only to be encored until he finished another.