This tranquil garden at St Philip's College in Alice Springs, Central Australia, commemorates the life of our beloved Padre the Rev. Fred McKay, who died on 31 March 2000. By its very name, it pays deserved tribute to his extraordinary wife , Meg who, with Fred, achieved so much through selfless sacrifice to help others.
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"OUR FRED...85"
OUR FRED HAS BEEN A-MINISTERING Tom Russell. |
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Fred's biographer, Maisie McKenzie, wrote of him:
Some more notable tributes: "We are grateful to think that we have been so
fortunate as to make such a great and understanding friend." |
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Testimonial: "The bearer has served in the Middle East with the RAAF and we are glad to introduce him to his church at home." |
Signatures of the Three Padres |
1913 - “THE COVENANT”
The pain was too much for the small boy. He ran into the farm dairy to hide. He had done this before when the pain had come on, because he didn't want anyone to see him crying. But this time was different. He could hide it no longer. His limbs and body were swollen, the pain excruciating. He cried out.
His mother took one look at him and laid him down. This was no ordinary childish sickness that she could cure with her farm remedies. She called her cane-farming husband. He too knew at once that this was serious, but the nearest doctor and hospital were 12 miles away, in the town of Mackay, Queensland.
Wasting no time, he harnessed the horse to the family spring cart, got out his wife's ironing board, strapped the child on it so that he could lie flat, lifted it onto the vehicle, and off they went - mother, father and sick child.
At the hospital, Dr. Williams examined the boy and shook his head. “The appendix has burst,” he said, “He now has peritonitis. I'm afraid it's too late for surgery...”
The mother and father were devastated and pleaded with the doctor to do what he could. Reluctantly he agreed, more to appease the parents than with any confidence in a successful outcome. Complicated surgery in 1913 was pretty much a risky and rugged affair.
The child was aware of the quick preparations and of the Matron rushing to and fro. Then, through it all, he felt his mother lean over his bed and say, “God, if you let my boy live, I will make him a Minister for you.”
To the amazement of all, except the mother, the operation was an ungainly success. The boy managed to pull through with deep draining tubes and an awesome, stitched-up wound.
Forever after that day, the mother lived with the certainty that she would carry out her part of the Covenant that she had made with God. As for the boy, although he was only six years old at the time, he knew without any doubt, that one day he would be a Minister.
His name was Fred McKay…
Extract from the book “Fred McKay : Successor to Flynn of the Inland” by Maisie McKenzie.