No, it’s not an announcement of a career change (though a few people did suggest one).
Over the summer I was asked to go and preach in the Parish of Numurkah, which is currently vacant. So last Saturday, I headed down the Murray Valley Highway. It was nice to stop at Yarrawong and Cobram on the way, as I had passed through or close to both these towns, but had never had a chance to look around.

Arriving at Numurkah, I was able to stay in the Manse and familiarise myself with the church building.
As I prepared to go to bed, I got quite a shock. Reaching into my bag for my pajamas, I realised that my black trousers and tidy shirt where nowhere to be seen. They were still hanging on the handle of my wardrobe more than 2 hours drive away. There was no way I could retrieve them. The trip was showing potential to descend into a preacher’s version of James Herriot’s tales of a veterinarian’s life in Yorkshire. This did not make for a good night’s sleep.

Waking in the morning, there was no option but to put on the checked shorts and blue polo shirt I had worn the previous day. While I’m not opposed to preaching without a tie, it wasn’t the way I wanted to introduce myself to three new congregations. With two piece of bread in my stomach, I headed off to down the Goulburn Valley Highway to Tallygaroopnah (north of Shepparton).
The church there is a nice 1960′s brick building with a high ceiling and lovely wooden pews and floorboards. After the service, there was time for a cup of tea and a sandwich before heading back to Numurkah for the service there.

At Numurkah, the fan behind the pulpit blew my notes around a bit, but thankfully they never got out of reach. Then it was off to lunch which had been arranged for me by one of the elders with a couple from the congregation. A warm lunch is part of my normal Sunday routine, so I was very happy to have some lovely casserole to keep me going.
It was quite easy to find where the Presbyterians meet at the Anglican Church in Cobram as I had eaten my dinner in a park one block away the previous night. With each service I was heading closer to home, although it took a little longer because of an unexpected invitation for a delightful afternoon tea with the congregation to Cobram.
Being young and with a top temperature of 40 degrees expected, there were no comments about my preaching in shorts. In each centre, the message was appreciated and I pray will continue stick in the minds of the congregations. Rather than dreading preaching multiple times, I was able to reflect on my delivery in between and adjust it was needed. Apart from being wrung out on Monday morning, I think I could get used to this.