Merry Christmas,

In Advent season we remember the joy found in Jesus’ coming. A joy the whole world can know, especially those in the most dire of circumstances. The shepherds who lived rough in fields, immigrants who came from afar to give Jesus their gifts and the families who fled persecution from King Herrod that included baby Jesus himself. From these vulnerable beginnings God’s Kingdom broke through and can free us too to find joy in the most unlikely places. Joy here is not simply fun, but an exhilaration in response to God’s grace, delighting that our life matters because God is involved. I pray we all find this joy in an even deeper measure this Advent and in 2012.

Thank-you for your love and support of Urban Neighbours Of Hope this year. In all the laments and joys that following Jesus in poor neighbourhoods brings, your solidarity helps make transformation possible.

God bless,
Ash Barker,
UNOH Director

For this Christmas Appeal we are offering a free copy of the book ”Cooking With Poo” for all donations of $100 or more made on or before December 2, 2011.  You can donate here.

Football has the potential to bring diverse people together, for joy and love to mingle as God intends. While football is often in the headlines for the wrong reasons, I saw its potential realised this week like never before.  Australia plays Thailand in the World Cup Qualifier

Klong Toey FC and the Socceroos

on Tuesday and so the footballing world gathered and focussed on Bangkok. Australians from the footballing community especially made contact. That someone like former Socceroo and Fox Sports commentator Andy Harper, would visit Klong Toey slum, ‘cook with Poo’ and run clinics for kids on the hot mid-day concrete was just part of seeing this joy unfold.

What I saw clearly was that if people we respect appreciate us, we can be freer to see that our lives matter. For example, through the Australian Embassy, the Socceroos invited our Klong Toey FC under 10s to a football clinic just for them. You could see confidence growing with every kid’s kick. It was almost as if, written on glowing faces, was ‘If heroes of the world game like Mark Schwarzer, Lukas Neil and Luke Wiltshire spend time with me, then I must matter.’  Along with the kids, our coaching staff who attended too, myself included, couldn’t help but walk taller after such an encounter.

Andy Harper from Fox Sports runs a football clinic in Klong Toey. Watch out for his story on us over the next few weeks

Self-worth can make a difference between ultimately destructive or healthy choices in life. This deposit for good into these boy’s hearts – so used to receiving the opposite messages like you’re a dumb, good for nothing slum kids – can be drawn upon when the inevitable challenges arise for lives precariously balanced. We feel like the odds at least started to become fairer this week.

Yet, we have to put self-worth into perspective. Not all people, sports people included, use their time, resources and power to affirm others. Many of us in fact, are tempted to live like we are centre of the universe and every-one else matters much less than me. Too much confidence is a pride that often brings a fall, not just for us, but the dignity of those around us.

Jesus is our best example of humility. As the apostle Paul reminds us, ‘Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility regard others as better than yourselves.4Let each of you look not to your own interests, but to the interests of others.5Let the same mind be in you that was in Christ Jesus,6who, though he was in the form of God, did not regard equality with God as something to be exploited,7but emptied himself, taking the form of a slave, being born in human likeness. And being found in human form,8he humbled himself and became obedient to the point of death- even death on a cross.’ (Phil. 2:3-8) This is the kind of humility that can at once appreciate who we are in God, yet also freely sacrifice this for others, can transform the world as it can transform the lives of our footballers.

I was proud to be part of the footballing community this week. Surely God smiles when we live as God intends together! I pray for more people like Andy, Mark and Lukas and the others we met. May we all, our boys included, grow in humility and life affirming ways.

Ash.

PS. Our football program is desperately underfunded. If you would like to support Klong Toey FC’s 12 coaches, 100 players with meals, transport, kit and equipment for the $24,000 a year needed, please donate here

PSS. see our boys with the Socceroos on ABC News

*Sarifa was buzzing with excitement and could not wipe the smile off her face. The 17 year old had just shared her story with a group of 85 upper primary students. It was a daunting experience but so precious and important, given her incredible story. The students had sat in silence, spellbound, as she spoke of hiding with her family in a hole in the ground while Burmese militia burned down her village year after year. It was as if they were right there with her as she fled Burma through the jungle, spent 10 years of her childhood in a makeshift refugee camp, and then journeyed as a refugee to the strange new world of Australia. The students imagined the joys and trials of life in Australia as she spoke of attending school in another language, friends and family left behind, and new dreams growing out of the heartache.

Sarifa’s drawing of her family leaving the refugee camp

The greatest wonder of the day for me was not just Sarifa’s incredible story, which continues to blow me away, it was the way compassion seemed thick throughout the room as Sarifa’s story was permanently etched onto 85 hearts. After we left, the students set to writing letters to Sarifa to let her know the impact her story had on them. As I write this we are currently waiting on 85 letters which we hope will arrive in the post today. We have been blessed this year with incredible opportunities to connect school groups, churches, and average Australians, with some of our neighbours in order to share with them the tastes and stories of Burma through our catering and our developing school program. I have been incredibly encouraged to see these different people commune together and seek to understand one another. Our neighbours have been really touched by the interest and kindness they have been met with. I am so glad to be able to participate in seeing a small glimmer of compassion and understanding taking place in a country where discussions of refugees can often be so ugly.

Sarifa about to share her story

It seems unbelievable to already be summing up this year but it is November which means the year is almost over. It has been a remarkable year for me. As I look back I can recognise I have learnt and grown so much but I also have a sense that this is just the tip of the iceberg. It was a great privilege to meet together with all 9 UNOH teams at our mid-year retreat and hear many stories. I am inspired and humbled by the faithfulness of those who shared and encouraged to hear of the ways God can use us when live more and more surrendered to his promptings.

Contrary to some reports, Klong Toey is still dry.  The floods however, have not passed us by yet because water is being held at bay in northern areas of Bangkok, being released slowly and still moving toward us in the south east. So we are not underwater, but I hope that report was not prophetic!

These photos are of another neighbourhood. ‘S’, originally from Klong Toey and part of the Ta Rua church, lives here in northern Bangkok. His motorbike, car and all he owns was in his home when it flooded. With some of our neighbours from Klong Toey we went out on Sunday to this neighbourhood to give medicines, food and water, wading in with small boats to those hard to get at places. It was a special time, not least because the men who are so often looked down upon were the ones helping out this time. We had to get them all special blue t-shirts so flood victims didn’t think they were a gang of looters!

‘Hey thanks, where are you guys from?’ came a shout from a second story home after receiving much needed food.

‘Klong Toey!’, Gung replied.

‘Klong Toey? Really?’

‘Sure. Keep fighting on, don’t give up!’

Very few of these men can swim, two crocodiles had just been caught there from a local croc farm (with over 200 still loose!) and the smelly brown, often neck deep water was putrid. Courage does not do justice for how these men responded.

Please keep praying for Thailand. Over 500 people have died and millions have been affected by these floods. Thailand will be slow to recover. I mean even our football ground where our Klong Toey FC play at Harrow School is still underwater, with only the tops of the goal posts showing. It has been like that for over a month. There is simply no where for the water to go there. We are grateful we have been spared so far, but we are long way from normal.  The TV news and the sand bags out the front our Community Centre and the Second Chance Bangkok shop make sure we are reminded that the water could still come soon.

While every refugees story is different and their anguish personal, they all share a common thread of uncommon courage- the courage not only to survive, but to persevere and rebuild their shattered lives

- Antonio Guterres(U.N High commissioner for refugees, 2005)

Over the last 5 years, Peter and I have felt incredibly privileged to be able to participate in seeing a group of refugees who we have come to love as family, “rebuilding shattered lives”.  Last week as team mate Laura and I went with a young friend of ours “Fatidar” to speak to 85 grade six students about Burma, and life as a refugee, I was reminded of just how much progress we have seen in this community since we moved in 5 years ago.  As I watched 18 year old Fatidar confidently telling the heartbreaking story of her former life in Burma and hiding and fleeing from the military, growing up and spending ten years in a refugee camp on the Thai/Burma border, and then her journey to Australia and the struggles and challenges she faced as she was learning how to navigate life in a new and very different country, I was reminded of the shy young girl who didn’t speak a word of English who we met in the small homework club that we ran in our little office in Springvale 5 years ago.  It was hard to believe that this young woman who was engaging so comfortably with a huge group of kids was the same person.  The children were hanging on her every word, and when she finished sharing, so many hands shot up for questions, these kids were so impacted by the incredible story they were told, and had so many well thought out and fantastic questions.  After that we helped the kids dress up in Burmese clothes and Fatidar painted their faces in traditional Burmese thanaka, then we took them outside to introduce them to a really fun game played by kids in the refugee camps, Fatidar did an amazing job organising all of the kids and teaching them the game.  As we drove home, the buzz in the air was amazing, Fatidar was incredibly moved by the positive response she received from sharing her story, and by how interested the kids were in her experiences, she even began dreaming about future opportunities, and telling us that she would love to continue sharing her story and helping to be part of changing how people think about refugees.  It has truly been an honour and an inspiration to participate in seeing this young woman and so many others as they work hard to persevere and rebuild shattered lives.

Naomi Dekker

Life in Australia is Freedom for our refugee neighbours

A newsletter from Jon and Lisa Owen
Email: jonowen@unoh.org, lowen@unoh.org

Kids Cooking Group

The seasons with their ebb and flow, often reflect back to us the very nature of our souls.

Within them we well up with joy and pride, as well as anger and sadness, and often like the weather, all in the same day.

Honestly, I don’t know much about the soul, many I meet prefer to call it “their gut”, well, whatever it’s called, it’s the seat from which the most exquisite acts of rare beauty emanate.

It’s also the birthplace of courage, that indefinable virtue, that leaves us breathless, when we see the heroic women of our local neighbourhood take a stand against domestic violence. Within their courage lies a resolve that exists not in the absence of fear, but a deep willingness to proceed in spite of it, we are constantly in awe of it.

Kids Cooking Group

On the weekend we had a knock at the door that was so quiet it almost went unnoticed. It was from a slight, beautiful dark skinned girl who almost jumped out of her skin when I opened the door. My wife immediately set to the two most important missionary tasks of anyone engaged on the frontlines – making her feel welcome and making her a cuppa.

It turns out this young girl has 7 kids and desperately wants to leave her drunken, abusive partner. So between cups of coffee and about 2 loaves of toast for her little ones, they made a plan. The first attempt was thwarted, but the next try, on Wednesday night, was more successful. It cost her a broken foot, as he smashed it with an iron bar as she sheltered her kids – but they made it away at 2 in the morning, with Lisa hiding 2 doors down then scooping up the children and driving them secretly away on a balmy evening.

Egg & Spoon Race

Today she still limps around, but, in between the grimaces, there sneaks out a smile that breaks anyone caught in it’s glare for too long into pieces. Her kids are running around, still sticking fairly close to her side, but skipping along a little freer and as she reaches out to embrace them you can see in their eyes that which can never be manufactured, hope.

A new future does not come without sacrifice, it comes through the heroes who, in pursuing a brighter tomorrow often fall today but do not give in, and rise again. It occasionally helps to have someone cheering you on from the sidelines, to remind them that they aren’t alone. It also comes as a great surprise that we share with them a God who not only understands her pain, but has been through it, all of it – the agony of not only

Egg and spoon and 3-legged races at the Sunday School picnic.

suffering violence, but being despised because of it. She receives a lot of scorn from family and friends who have long ago given up telling her to leave him.

We worship a God who not only understands pain, but draws near to those in suffering.

Thank you for helping us stay near to those who need it most.

P.S. Jaz is nearly finished her Year 12 exams, thanks to all who have supported her through. She will be the first of her family to have made it, and that isn’t all, she hopes to continue to University after that!

by Anji Barker

Today was the final straw for me. Little Goff (5 years) has come to school covered in red marks and welts after being beaten mercilessly with a coat hanger by his drunk grandfather. Last week he had stitches in the top of his head after the grandfather had smashed a ceramic plate on his head. All of this happens less than 5 meters from my house. This poor little boy is beaten- often for no reason, while his grandmother and various other adults sit around the house, grateful that he is not beating them instead. We constantly struggle with how to intervene when, in the slum, it is considered a sin to interfere within someone else’s family. In the past we have intervened with this family but the outcome only seems to make things worse and we are left unable to help the child any further.

We are not neutral as we standby. We too commit sin in these cases;

If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor. If an elephant has its foot on the tail of a mouse and you say that you are neutral, the mouse will not appreciate your neutrality. — Desmound Tutu

When we see an elephant step on a mouse’s tail and do nothing – we are taking the side of the elephant.

Today this stops for me- culturally appropriate or not, we have to act. Thanks to many volunteers to help sell handicrafts I have the resources today to pay Blah to take this little boy up country to live with his Aunty and cousins- away from the violence and chaos. Maybe it is not too late to save this little one, who has suffered so much in his short life. $100 per month means he has a future and a hope, growing up next to a beautiful beach and with gentle lovely cousins who we previously rescued from the same house. Maybe we have waited too long? Maybe the trauma is already too great? Only God can intervene, and we wait to see what the consequences will be.

(After writing this the whole situation blew up, and Blah has been stopped at the train station by her angry relatives. Goff has been taken by his father for the 3rd time, and will probably end up back where he started in a week or so! We have probably just made his life worse not better!)

On Monday my friend Lyn and I, went with Blah to see a 15 year old boy (Onn), who has spent the last 10 years of his life locked away in a box. It was heartbreaking to see this beautiful young man, who probably has just a mild intellectual disability, being treated like a wild animal. The family asked us for a wheel chair, but this boy can actually walk if they let him out of the cage.

We could see that he would benefit from the special school that both Foam and Bart attend, and have offered the family support including daily transport school fees and food to send him there. Sadly they have declined our offer as they feel embarrassed having him out in public. This poor young man will spend the rest of his sad life locked away, and I am helpless to do anything for him. Child protection laws in Thailand are very weak especially when poor and disabled people are involved- and once a child is 15 they are considered an adult- not by law- but by disinterest.

Last night we were sitting down to eat dinner and a fight broke out in the front of our house. I opened the door to see 2 young guys running down the soi with big machetes chasing another 17 year old. They cut him as he ran- thankfully only his hand seemed to be bleeding, but the agro and violence just kept going. I felt scared, but this young man decided to go back to where he had fled from his attackers- who were still standing there with their machetes, and get right in their face. His hand was pouring with blood but he seemed oblivious. My fellow onlookers just rolled their eyes and told me it is fine as they are all relatives! These are the families we seek transformation for! How on earth can change occur in such an environment?

A few glimpses of hope in a hard week- our boys enjoying a free night in a hotel. Poo in Canberra as the celebrity chef for the voices for justice campaign.

It reminds me of the frog in the saucepan. The water slowly gets hotter over time and the frog doesn’t realize it until he is boiled alive. If another frog was put into the pot while it was hot he would jump straight out as he knows there is something wrong.

As UNOH workers we are outsiders who have come into this community, 10 years or 20 years here, will never make us locals, as we know there is a different way of life out there. We have lived it, and benefited from it.

In UNOH we have a strong value on coming into communities in a learning posture not imposing our cultural values on others where we can help it. However there are some things I think we actually have to contribute as frogs from outside the pot.

We have to demonstrate an alternative way of life- not just within our own families, but also in how we side with the mouse over the elephant. Sometimes we have to be willing to be hated.

The MacCartney’s recently were instrumental in having a preddatorial peadophile put in jail after he had been raping little 3 and 4 year old girls for the last 20 years. The whole community was aware of this and kept saying not to interfere. However, they chose to help the mouse over the elephant.  Their neighbors were mad and complained, and bad mouthed them for interfering- yet every 3 and 4 year old girl is eternally grateful, whether they are aware of this or not. Interestingly now the drama is all over and the man is in jail- many neighbors have quietly thanked them for doing something they were too scared to do.

Being the frog from outside the pot can have as many advantages as disadvantages. We have come from stable nurturing childhoods that result in us having good self esteem and a strong sense of who we are in Christ. Our neighbors and staff don’t have this- even those who appear strong and together.  They have had the same violence abuse and lack of understanding around them since the day they were born. They can be boiling in the pot but completely unaware. We are the ones with the resources who should be prepared to take the heat on their behalf.

In this we put a spotlight on our own failings and imperfections also. As we bring what is done in secret into the light – so too our lives are examained and our motives layed bare- and we have to be prepared to face the ugliness in that. Otherwise we become just like the elephant, only we stand on a cat, or a different mouse. The log and speck illustration makes heaps of sense in our context here.

Is there any hope then? Well in the practical human sense I have to say the whole thing is just too big. There are huge implications if any of these families transform, as the social fabric and ecosystems that they are part of in this squashed up community, are complex and ancient.

But this is the hope that I cling to: That Christ who is in me and surrounds me can do more than is humanly possible to transform evil into good, darkness into light, and hopeless into hope. How He does that is a mystery. The miracle is He chooses to use us as part of this mystery and following Him keeps us aware that the water is getting hotter.

Bring On Your Kingdom Lord!

Anji

Here it seems like anything can happen at any time and often it does. But even so I am still surprised by many things here in the slum. Today though the last thing I expected, as I walked to the Community Centre after Language School, was to be greeted by a mob of boys from our kids club running towards me saying “Yai Tan dai leew!” Translation: “Tan’s Grandma just died!” What do you do with that? My head was still trying to get around the new rules and words I had just learnt at school but BAM I came down to reality pretty quick. At that moment I almost felt stuck not knowing what to do. The only thing I could manage was to continue walking to the Community Centre while trying to round the kids up who were trying to see what was going on in the house. Once inside the Community Centre I stood there with the kids and suddenly became very aware of my powerlessness. The situation was already under control, me getting involved would only make things more complicated and my “helping” could actually have been very unhelpful. I was powerless to do anything. In a world where power seems to be such a sought after commodity it is quite confronting yet strangely freeing to be rendered powerless. As I processed my powerlessness a renewed sense of God being all powerful overwhelmed my despair. We are not in this alone, thank goodness. Tan is one of what we call the lost boys of Klong Toey and one who spends many afternoons playing in our house. He seemed fairly unphased by the events of the afternoon but is spending the night with us. Many times I have watched him play in our house but today as I watched him play with Film & Aiden the reality of his life hit me. Sadly he is one of many people in our community with a tragic story to tell, war wounds of many battles waged on their lives. Life here is raw and rough but God is at work in ways we can’t even imagine.

Time really flies here as that last story was two weeks ago now. It is crazy to think that we have only been home for a month since our few weeks in Australia. The “Cooking with Poo” Tour was an absolute success and everyone is still buzzing from it. Thanks so much to everyone who participated in it in some way, whether you attended a seminar, encouraged the girls or bought the cookbook. The Poo wave is not over yet though as on September the 16th Poo and Noi are being flown to Canberra for a Micah challenge Tear fund event called “Voices For Justice”. There Poo will be the celebrity chef cooking a parliamentary breakfast for 300 people on the front lawn of parliament house! Look out Australia, you might just see their smiling faces on the news soon.

They say that moving house is one of the most stressful things you can do, in my case I think maybe they should have added finding a house to the list. Sometimes life is like a roller coaster ride you wish you could get off. It just never seems to end because there is yet another dip or turn. The house adventure has been one I could write a book on but I like to call a learning curve (all be it a very steep one). The house I thought I would be renovating and moving into to rent soon became apparent was not a viable option. Once I had done it up it was more than likely to be sold out from underneath me and it was causing a real neighbourhood disturbance. Some days I would go to language school thinking we had sorted things only to come home in the afternoon to a whole new drama! When we decided not to pursue that house I was quite disappointed but also relieved as it was quite a stressful couple of weeks. Another option appeared literally right outside our doorstep and it seemed this was even better. The house next door to the Barkers was for sale so Pi Sim (who lives across the road) set up a meeting to talk about us buying it. Sounds like a simple process but no as in the slum we can’t actually own anything. So we had to find a Thai neighbour that we trusted to put it into their name. Thankfully Poo’s mum agreed to help us out. She has been amazing through it all as there have been many hurdles that have required her to take time off work to go to the local authorities to get everything in order. I feel terrible that she has had to do this but have been really blessed by her generosity and continued friendship.

Finally we had acquired the house and the next step was to find an available builder who could renovate it. Thanks to my teammates we soon had a builder willing to come and have a look. He walked in took one look at it and nearly had a heart attack. Poor guy I think he wished he’d never said yes in the first place. The next day we met him again for him to quote and he said it wasn’t repairable. The floors needed replacing and in order to do so meant pulling part of the house down to be able to sink concrete supports down. It was this process he thought would make the house fall down anyway as it wasn’t strong enough. At this point I felt frustrated that we had bought a dud but then in thinking more about it we bought the house for the location more than anything. My teammate Jodie prayed with me about it and we felt a peace to go ahead with it even though it was now going to cost more than I had originally planned for or had available. I am so thankful we have a big God who is in control even when we have no control over anything. The craziest part about all of this is that then we found out to build a new house I would need a building permit from the council. I found this highly amusing considering we don’t actually own the land (it belongs to the Port Authority) and are technically squatters. Also when you see the state of a lot of houses here it makes you wonder why you need a permit but there are times in life when you just have to roll with the punches.

So with all those dramas behind us we were ready to start the actually building process!! The wrecking crew arrived on Saturday morning and by the time we came home from kids club early afternoon the whole house was down. It is one of the most interesting things I have ever witnessed. Occupational Health & Safety would have had a heart attack had they seen it because there was nothing safe about this process at all. Imagine this…rusty tin, nails, rubbish, broken/termite ridden wood, overhanging electrical wires still connected to power and in the midst of all this 5 people wearing shorts, tshirt and flip flops tearing it all down. Crazy! Once it was all down they began sinking some concrete pylons into 3 metre deep sludge, a sight you have to see to believe. It takes four guys to put it in then they push it down as far as they can before they place a plank of wood on top chained to the pole. Then 4 guys stand on it arms linked together like soccer players after scoring a goal and chant as they jump it down to the right height. I have never seen anything quite like it. The house is making progress each day now which is nice as it feels like it has been going on for months without seeing anything physically progressing. As of yesterday I now have some of the concrete pad down with Anji’s name eternally etched in it!  If you want to know more what is happening on a day to day basis please feel free to check it out on facebook.

Most of you know already that we have been fostering a little boy for the last four and a half months. Well yesterday was Film’s 7th Birthday!! I cannot believe how much he has grown up just in the few months he has been with us. Anji decorated downstairs and filled the table with presents for when he woke up. He was so excited but only had time to open one present before school as he had to be there really early for an excursion. I am not sure who was more excited, us or him, in the afternoon as we waited for him to come home to open the rest of his presents. It didn’t take long to uncover all the goodies and then it was straight into playing with them. Some of you may remember a story I shared earlier this year about his inability to play or imagine but through a few hours spending time together he suddenly came to life. Well I nearly cried again as I watched him open up the Lego and start building it all by himself! It was another milestone for our beautiful little man. We all ventured out for dinner, in the pouring rain, to a crazy restaurant called the Flying Chicken where they literally send BBQ chickens flying through the air via catapult to a man riding a unicycle who catches them on a spike. It is a sight you have to see to believe. The night ended with icecream cake and being serenaded with Happy Birthday Karaoke style. So much fun!

Thanks so much to all of you for your support, it has really helped me get through this rollercoaster ride of the last month.

Big hugs and lots of love…Lish Faulkner

Sub-merge is a year long, full-time, live-in, community mission formation course. It is aimed at those who want to prepare for a vocation with Christ among the poor.

The year starts in January with all Sub-merge students in Thailand for two weeks.  Together they orientate, experience practical work and life with UNOH Bangkok workers as well as some formal class work.

Then they go their separate ways to live with and join their new UNOH team mates in Bangkok, Melbourne, Sydney, Auckland or Mae Sot. They continue accredited formal studies, seminars and lots of mentoring and practical work in their neighbourhood.

In November there is discernment around whether to continue in vocation as a novice UNOH worker for the coming two years or transition into another ministry.

Tabor College accredits Sub-merge at both undergraduate and graduate diploma levels. UNOH is in negotiations with Bible Colleges in NZ, UK and USA for students from those countries.

There are limited places and pre-requisites for different teams, so please contact jim@unoh.org as soon as you can if you are interested.

October 13th and 14th in Dandenong, Melbourne.

Tony Campolo is a well known author, speaker and sociologist, much loved and respected in the Christian world. Tony is generously sharing some of his Australia visit with Urban Neighbours of Hope (UNOH). Tony and our other speakers will challenge us with the bible’s call to put faith to work in a hurting world.

Other presenters include: Jim Reiher (UNOH Training), Cheryl Catford (Tabor College), Ash Barker (UNOH) and Wayne Kirkland (Based in Wellington with decades of community based mission experience and is the author of many books, with his latest, ‘Just Money’, launched as part of UNOH Publishing).

Cost: $100 or $70 for those on health care cards.
Location: UNOH Centre for Urban Mission: Factory 2/6-12 Airlie Ave, Dandenong.
Booking: Space is limited so please book with jim@unoh.org
Program: Thursday and Friday, 9.30 am to 4.30 pm.