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101 Another coincidence happened when I checked if there was any other website called “Faith, Love and Hope”. There were so many that I was disappointed, but the person who manages my website enquired if the name “faith-love-hope.net” was available, and we were pleased to find out that it was. I believe that God kept the slash ‘-’ between the three words especially for you and me. Embarrassment can happen at any time or place, including in the Church. Many years ago, a friend died, and Helen and I read in the Death Notice in the newspaper, that the Funeral would be held at St Mary’s. At that time, we knew only of St Mary’s at West Melbourne, so we went there and sat near the front. I kept looking around to see if I recognised anyone, then suddenly realised we were at the wrong Funeral, so we decided to walk out of the Church. There were hundreds of people there, and I am sure many were wondering why we did this. By that time, it was too late to find out where the other Church by the same name was, so we went home. During my tender years I enjoyed climbing the high tower to pull the ropes to ring the Church bells before Mass and during the Mass. Unfortunately during the Second World War one day the army came to the village, dismantled the bells and took them away to recycle them into bombs. As a result for many years the Church had no bells, only a piece of metal but the sound did not go far. In the 1998 Passion Play we could not find anyone to act as the thief so I took up the challenge. The Crucifixion was a fair distance from the Trial, and I needed to be there early to be placed on the Cross. To make sure I could stay on the Cross without nature interfering, I went behind a big tree and then stepped up to the Cross. Because of the distance, I felt secure that no one could see me, but I was wrong. At the end of the performance, one spectator assured me that she knew the reason why I used the tree. During the Crucifixion I got very emotional. As a result, I had a bad runny nose as well but, since I had to act and show that my hands were nailed to the Cross, there was nothing I could do. I was so embarrassed that I will never forget it.
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