Aussie, Aussie, Aussie - 25 January 2007
Sunday, January 28, 2007
From Fr Bob Maguire
Australia Day come and gone. I had a 'gig' at Terang, a beautiful city in Victoria's western district. People of all kinds sang. The band played. The flag was raised. Local high achievers were presented with awards. made a speech. I joined a whole gang of people spread across the State speaking about 'Australian values' and congratulating the locals for ensuring those values in their local community's life and work. It's a good day out for me. Three hours there, three hours back, driving myself. Alone at last! Time to listen to music. Time to let the eyes feed off distance. Inner city eyes are horizon starved. Humans need to know there's something out there bigger than themselves - and it's friendly. So, I'm back now, I've had a satisfying feed of good old Aussie values. Can't remember what was on the menu. But, I feel good, so it must have been good for me.
Maybe Aussie values need to be experienced more and talked about less. I think that's what I liked about Terang. Felt good. That's what I'd like to feel about every place I visit. I can help make it happen or help prevent it not happening here where I live and work in South Melbourne. People entitled to feel at home wherever they lob. That's the great human global ethic. Feet at home and make others feel at home. Hospitality is the go, global hospitality, but that starts with local and local starts with me, personally. Key performance indicators can be applied to local. Local toxins can be identified and dealt with.
I mean, down the road fro me there's lots of vacant land. God knows who owns/manages it. (Maybe God does!) They want to open a 24/7 drinking, singing and dancing place there. Good luck to then BUT they should have to compensate the neighbourhood for the toxic waste, the flashy hedonism that will be in the locals' face. Give them permission, provided they help create a 24/7 drop in centre for local public housing people in the spot best for local, with facilities chosen by locals.
That's what I'm all about, by the way, and why I've founded my own Foundation to ensure projects, like the 24/7 drop in centre, get a chance, at least, to see the light of day. Blokes like me, pains in the ass, have been around Catholicism from Year one. Below is the obituary of one of my earliest mentor 'pains in the ass', Abbé Pierre of Paris.
Abbé Pierre, a Catholic priest who became the conscience of France - a Mother Teresa-type figure - for more than half a century with his fight for the homeless, has died from a lung infection at a military hospital in Paris. He was 94.
French President Jacques Chirac said the country had lost 'an immense figure, a conscience, an incarnation of goodness'. Abbé Pierre, who was in the French resistance in World War II and later elected to the French parliament, was best known as a passionate defender of the homeless from the time he first issued a wake-up call to the nation during the bitterly cold winter of 1954.
'My friends, help! A woman froze to death at three o'clock this morning,' he said in a radio broadcast in Paris that became a clarion call. People had to send the suffering a message of welcome that said 'whoever you are, come in, eat, sleep, find joy again, we love you'. He asked people to deliver blankets, tents and cooking stoves to help the homeless survive that cold winter, and the parliament was moved to pass legislation that created 12,000 new shelters for the homeless.
Born Henri Antoine Groues, the fifth child of a wealthy silk merchant in the southeastern city of Lyon, he went to a Jesuit school before giving up the family wealth to be ordained a Capuchin monk in 1930 and pledging himself to poverty. He took the name Abbé Pierre. Although lung infections forced him to leave the strict monastic life after six years, he was ordained a priest in 1938. He became a member of the French resistance during the war and helped to hide Jews from the Nazis and forged documents to help them escape. After the war, he became a Christian Democrat deputy in France's National Assembly (1945-51), but for most of the time he was best known as a grassroots activist, and with an ex-convict, established a shelter for the homeless in an old building in Paris. In 1949 he founded the nonprofit Companions of Emmaus organisation that has grown into an international movement, with chapters in more than 50 countries, with more than 10,000 apartments and homes for the homeless. A venerated figure in his dark cassock and beret and walking stick, he remained vocal in denouncing political inaction in matters relating to the poor and homeless. He even addressed the French Assembly in a wheelchair a couple of years ago, to stop the repeal of a law that would hit the homeless. In the early 1990s he rejected the national award of the prestigious Legion d'Honneure, but was nevertheless promoted to its highest rank, the Grand Croix in 2004. He also held the Croix de Guerre 1939-45 and the Medaille de la Resistance for his wartime work.
His image was somewhat tarnished in 1996 when he came out in defence of a book that questioned the number of Jews killed by Nazis in World War II and accused Israel of exploiting the Holocaust for political ends. But he later backed away from support for Roger Garaudy, whose book, 'The Founding Myths of Israeli Politics', had been at the centre of his earlier support. He also shook the church establishment when he confessed in a book published in 2005 to having had sexual relations with a woman 'on rare occasions'. In 'Mon Dieu - Pourquoi?' (My God. -. Why?), he also supported unions of gay couples and the ordination of women as priests. For years he topped popularity charts ahead of politicians and movie stars. In 2005, French television viewers voted him the third greatest French person of all time, after Charles de Gaulle and - Louis Pasteur.
You can learn more about Abbé Pierre on here.
Australia Day come and gone. I had a 'gig' at Terang, a beautiful city in Victoria's western district. People of all kinds sang. The band played. The flag was raised. Local high achievers were presented with awards. made a speech. I joined a whole gang of people spread across the State speaking about 'Australian values' and congratulating the locals for ensuring those values in their local community's life and work. It's a good day out for me. Three hours there, three hours back, driving myself. Alone at last! Time to listen to music. Time to let the eyes feed off distance. Inner city eyes are horizon starved. Humans need to know there's something out there bigger than themselves - and it's friendly. So, I'm back now, I've had a satisfying feed of good old Aussie values. Can't remember what was on the menu. But, I feel good, so it must have been good for me.
Maybe Aussie values need to be experienced more and talked about less. I think that's what I liked about Terang. Felt good. That's what I'd like to feel about every place I visit. I can help make it happen or help prevent it not happening here where I live and work in South Melbourne. People entitled to feel at home wherever they lob. That's the great human global ethic. Feet at home and make others feel at home. Hospitality is the go, global hospitality, but that starts with local and local starts with me, personally. Key performance indicators can be applied to local. Local toxins can be identified and dealt with.
I mean, down the road fro me there's lots of vacant land. God knows who owns/manages it. (Maybe God does!) They want to open a 24/7 drinking, singing and dancing place there. Good luck to then BUT they should have to compensate the neighbourhood for the toxic waste, the flashy hedonism that will be in the locals' face. Give them permission, provided they help create a 24/7 drop in centre for local public housing people in the spot best for local, with facilities chosen by locals.
That's what I'm all about, by the way, and why I've founded my own Foundation to ensure projects, like the 24/7 drop in centre, get a chance, at least, to see the light of day. Blokes like me, pains in the ass, have been around Catholicism from Year one. Below is the obituary of one of my earliest mentor 'pains in the ass', Abbé Pierre of Paris.
Abbé Pierre, a Catholic priest who became the conscience of France - a Mother Teresa-type figure - for more than half a century with his fight for the homeless, has died from a lung infection at a military hospital in Paris. He was 94.French President Jacques Chirac said the country had lost 'an immense figure, a conscience, an incarnation of goodness'. Abbé Pierre, who was in the French resistance in World War II and later elected to the French parliament, was best known as a passionate defender of the homeless from the time he first issued a wake-up call to the nation during the bitterly cold winter of 1954.
'My friends, help! A woman froze to death at three o'clock this morning,' he said in a radio broadcast in Paris that became a clarion call. People had to send the suffering a message of welcome that said 'whoever you are, come in, eat, sleep, find joy again, we love you'. He asked people to deliver blankets, tents and cooking stoves to help the homeless survive that cold winter, and the parliament was moved to pass legislation that created 12,000 new shelters for the homeless.
Born Henri Antoine Groues, the fifth child of a wealthy silk merchant in the southeastern city of Lyon, he went to a Jesuit school before giving up the family wealth to be ordained a Capuchin monk in 1930 and pledging himself to poverty. He took the name Abbé Pierre. Although lung infections forced him to leave the strict monastic life after six years, he was ordained a priest in 1938. He became a member of the French resistance during the war and helped to hide Jews from the Nazis and forged documents to help them escape. After the war, he became a Christian Democrat deputy in France's National Assembly (1945-51), but for most of the time he was best known as a grassroots activist, and with an ex-convict, established a shelter for the homeless in an old building in Paris. In 1949 he founded the nonprofit Companions of Emmaus organisation that has grown into an international movement, with chapters in more than 50 countries, with more than 10,000 apartments and homes for the homeless. A venerated figure in his dark cassock and beret and walking stick, he remained vocal in denouncing political inaction in matters relating to the poor and homeless. He even addressed the French Assembly in a wheelchair a couple of years ago, to stop the repeal of a law that would hit the homeless. In the early 1990s he rejected the national award of the prestigious Legion d'Honneure, but was nevertheless promoted to its highest rank, the Grand Croix in 2004. He also held the Croix de Guerre 1939-45 and the Medaille de la Resistance for his wartime work.
His image was somewhat tarnished in 1996 when he came out in defence of a book that questioned the number of Jews killed by Nazis in World War II and accused Israel of exploiting the Holocaust for political ends. But he later backed away from support for Roger Garaudy, whose book, 'The Founding Myths of Israeli Politics', had been at the centre of his earlier support. He also shook the church establishment when he confessed in a book published in 2005 to having had sexual relations with a woman 'on rare occasions'. In 'Mon Dieu - Pourquoi?' (My God. -. Why?), he also supported unions of gay couples and the ordination of women as priests. For years he topped popularity charts ahead of politicians and movie stars. In 2005, French television viewers voted him the third greatest French person of all time, after Charles de Gaulle and - Louis Pasteur.
You can learn more about Abbé Pierre on here.






