We have been in Sydney since Monday, and as I (Jon) sit here this Saturday morning getting ready to fly to Melbourne for our final 4 or so days, I wanted to share some of our thoughts over this past week. Less of a play-by-play than other posts.
Our time in Sydney has been completely different from the rest of our trip. We have had space to just stop. No more moving from place to place every day, no more self-sufficiency, no more need to persevere through damp and cramped spaces. While none of this had been bad and while we loved our time in our campervan, we were ready for the change. We are well and rested in so many ways, but we are also tired from seeing and doing so much every day.
As we walked around Sydney our first couple of days here, we had moments of feeling restless or overwhelmed. We talked and prayed a lot, wrestling with why we were feeling the way we were - was it because we were ready to go home? Was it because we were wrestling with ideas of how, as Chistians surrounded by need, we are spending all this time and money on us? Or was it because we were missing community? We were led to great conversations and times of prayer through this over our Tuesday and Wednesday in Sydney, and we realized that the most fundamental reason for what we were feeling was that we were simply unable to take in more beauty and newness at the rate we had been keeping. Wednesday afternoon (after already seeing great parts of the heart of Sydney with Circular Quay, the Harbour bridge, the Opera house, beautiful gardens and walks on the coast), when we arrived to the beautiful coast of Bondi and finally just stopped and sat and rested, we realized this need to slow down and we felt a lot of peace. Sydney has not needed to be a place for us to run around and capture as much of it as possible. It is moreso a place for us to rest within aspects of its beauty and only do what we feel we have space for - with no needs. Because of this, we have had great space to reflect with each other and with those we are spending time with here. We have had space to reflect on our trip so far, but also on other things - on the next steps God is calling us to, the ways God is shaping our lives and worldviews, or our thoughts on home and family.
One thing I have been reflecting on is how my soul is eased when I am near the ocean. I found comfort in the ocean during my year in England, and on this trip so far the ocean has been a great meeting place with God for me. I think that the open ocean is one example within creation where God's character is intrinsically reflected. Standing on the edge of a cliff looking out over the sea, I cannot help but feel the incredible power, danger and mystery of the sea. This is paired perfectly with its beauty, goodness and wonder. I want to jump in and have the ocean pour over me but there's also fear in how it cannot be controlled. It reminds me of how Narnians speak of Aslan in how he is so good but never safe.
As Aimee and I talked at the beginning of this week, we have realized how great of an opportunity this has been, but also that it would not be a sustainable lifestyle for us - with out much community, without great purpose in our days. We have both felt so blessed to have this time of rest and time away, but we both also were feeling a strong desire to engage with people here in Sydney. These thoughts led to Thursday being a great day. We began our day having breakfast out over one of dozens of beautiful headlands in Sydney with Bec, who has been such a wonderful host. We then wet up with an old OPC friend, Cam Patrick, who is going to Uni here in Sydney. He took us up to the Blue Mountains (beautiful) where we walked all over and spent a great afternoon together. We then ended up going back with Cam to his University Christian group's convention taking place this past week. There were over 600 students from one university all energized by studying scripture and worshiping together. We had dinner with them and then joined them in worship and in their final talk with their keynote speaker. What a joy to engage in the universality of the gospel with students excited to spread the word and love of Jesus. A really cool night. Cam then graciously drove us back to our homebase in Bondi (about an hour and a half drive), stopping to show us the University of Sydney's campus. The end of a great day.
To briefly finish a long post, yesterday was also a good day. We had a slow start - Aimee made me a lovely breakfast - and then we headed to Manly where we rented kayaks and paddled around the harbour. It was a great change to how we saw Sydney. We found a beach sheltered by the wind where we were able to get in a great swim in the middle of Sydney's winter. The trip even included having a Kookaburra stalk me and my food, and after a couple of close attempts coming at me, the bird actually grabbed my sandwich right out of my hand when I wasn't looking leaving a nick in my hand to boot. Of all of the dangerous animals in Australia, we did not expect it to be a Kookaburra that finally attacked. Needless to say, I was ready to get off the beach. After this, I found a great game of pick-up basketball in the city, and we had a nice night in together.
Today, we pack up and get ready to finish our Australian travels with a trip to Melbourne and the Great Ocean Road. We are really excited that Beth is going to join us down there to see us (yes, mostly Aimee) before we leave. Should be a great finish.
We leave you with likely one (maybe two) more posts to go. Thanks for reading my ramblings.
Our time in Sydney has been completely different from the rest of our trip. We have had space to just stop. No more moving from place to place every day, no more self-sufficiency, no more need to persevere through damp and cramped spaces. While none of this had been bad and while we loved our time in our campervan, we were ready for the change. We are well and rested in so many ways, but we are also tired from seeing and doing so much every day.
As we walked around Sydney our first couple of days here, we had moments of feeling restless or overwhelmed. We talked and prayed a lot, wrestling with why we were feeling the way we were - was it because we were ready to go home? Was it because we were wrestling with ideas of how, as Chistians surrounded by need, we are spending all this time and money on us? Or was it because we were missing community? We were led to great conversations and times of prayer through this over our Tuesday and Wednesday in Sydney, and we realized that the most fundamental reason for what we were feeling was that we were simply unable to take in more beauty and newness at the rate we had been keeping. Wednesday afternoon (after already seeing great parts of the heart of Sydney with Circular Quay, the Harbour bridge, the Opera house, beautiful gardens and walks on the coast), when we arrived to the beautiful coast of Bondi and finally just stopped and sat and rested, we realized this need to slow down and we felt a lot of peace. Sydney has not needed to be a place for us to run around and capture as much of it as possible. It is moreso a place for us to rest within aspects of its beauty and only do what we feel we have space for - with no needs. Because of this, we have had great space to reflect with each other and with those we are spending time with here. We have had space to reflect on our trip so far, but also on other things - on the next steps God is calling us to, the ways God is shaping our lives and worldviews, or our thoughts on home and family.
One thing I have been reflecting on is how my soul is eased when I am near the ocean. I found comfort in the ocean during my year in England, and on this trip so far the ocean has been a great meeting place with God for me. I think that the open ocean is one example within creation where God's character is intrinsically reflected. Standing on the edge of a cliff looking out over the sea, I cannot help but feel the incredible power, danger and mystery of the sea. This is paired perfectly with its beauty, goodness and wonder. I want to jump in and have the ocean pour over me but there's also fear in how it cannot be controlled. It reminds me of how Narnians speak of Aslan in how he is so good but never safe.
| With Cam at the Blue Mountains |
We leave you with likely one (maybe two) more posts to go. Thanks for reading my ramblings.









































