My name is Patricia, because my grandmother wanted
to call my mother Patricia, but my grandfather was worried it would be shortened
to Pat, and people would think she was a boy, so I ended up with the name. Some
families have names that are passed down through the generations.
In the local Engadine Pictorial, there is a series
on how streets in the area got the name they have.
In exodus we hear that Moses called the place
Massah and Meribah, because the Israelites quarrelled and tested the Lord.
Even today places get named after events, such as Bicentennial
Park.
I wonder what we would name this area, if it didn’t
already have a name?
What would we name this church, we are Engadine
Uniting Church, but if we wanted to give it a different name, what would that
be?
Comfortable? Hope? Blessing? Apathy?
This past week has been designated by the Uniting
Church as a week of prayer and fasting in solidarity with our indigenous
brothers and sisters who are part of the Uniting Church. It is called Destiny
together – a name which speaks of our interconnectedness. There was a gathering
in Canberra with people from all over Australia, but only about 300 people in
all. Maybe that is good for a Tuesday?
Tuesday evening there was a prayer meeting here and
Wednesday evening at Carlton Ramsgate Church. Last night a celebration was
planned at Sylvania. In the midst of the storm last night I was rung from Sylvania
asking where people were – no one had come from around the Presbytery. Aboriginal
people had come to tell stories and share music, and no one turned up.
I wonder what this says about our commitment to justice
for indigenous people?
Moses
could have named the area after anything, water, drought, rock, thirst, but he
named it after the quarrelling people. We also have situations named after
events we wish we could wipe out of our communal memories. Events like dropping
an atomic bomb on Hiroshima, the name of the city is now synonymous with that
event in history.
There
is the stolen generation, which refers to a group of Aboriginal and Torres Straight
Islanders people removed from their families and communities because of government
policies. We can try and rationalise why this happened, and how some of the
people involved had the best of intentions; but by naming it as the stolen generation,
we acknowledge the pain and hurt that occurred as a result.
Here
is a creative version of the woman at the well.
this
woman, whose name is not recorded, is known by innuendo and gossip. She is
isolated by fear and pain, it is too hard to be around people who look at her
sideways and make comments under their breath.
I
wonder how many of us here this morning are imprisoned by the pain of hurtful
words and behaviours; of being told continually that we are stupid or dumb or
clumsy – what does
that do to a child, and the adult they become?
As
we hear more about the Royal Commission into child abuse within institutions,
we hear about the impact on people’s lives, not for a short period of time, but
their whole life.
What
pain do we carry that imprisons us, that haunts our lives?
I
wonder what pain we have caused with our words and actions? Individually and communally?
Who do we brush aside, treat as unimportant?
Which
groups in our community are neglected, put down, treated with suspicion?
How
do we name the people who attempt to get to Australia looking for a place of
safety?
How
do we name people who live with mental illness?
How
do we name …..
I
remember growing up we were taught:
sticks
and stones may break my bones,
but
names will never hurt me;
but
we know differently now,
we
know that names can hurt, wound, kill.
We
know now about bullying, both in person and using social media; we know about
abuse, neglect and violence that occurs within families and communities and
churches.
We
know that life isn’t always easy or fair.
How
do we name injustice, poverty, domestic violence, child abuse.
And
how do we name these issues in ways that offers inclusion, rather than exclusion and isolation.
How
do we name injustice and bring hope
How
do we name, and help others to name the pain that imprisons them, and in the process
offer liberation.
We
cannot do these things on our won, but in recognising the presence of Jesus, by
drinking deeply from the well of grace ourselves, we are able to be a healing
presence, and people who show others the way to life giving water.
What
do you need to rename?
Hymn/song : TiS 692
sometimes a healing word