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Running Stream


The little church at Running Stream is special in that is a non-denominational church and has been so for all of its 100 years of history.  It's owned by the Running Stream community. Church services are still held there occasionally. They put a banner up the weeks it is on.

The community is tiny but has a great little cafe at Foxwood Farm making it a nice place to stop on the way to Mudgee.

See more of Running Stream over at 100 Towns.  We've reached 50 towns .. halfway.

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  1. Halfway, you've done well. This is a cute little church and what a good idea to be ecumenical. I visited a cute little chapel in California on my post today.

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  2. What wonderful names Joan ... Running Stream and Foxwoods Farm ... Makes one want to visit.

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  3. This village, although small, looks like it's full of live.

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  4. That is a great name for a village. Beautiful church.

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  5. Must be a close-knit community. Nice.

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  6. The correct name for a church such as this is a Union Church. Generally these types of churches were shared by the protestant denominations - Church of England, Methodist (now Uniting Church) and Presbyterian. There are numerous union churches in the Central Tablelands. The most magnificent is the Edmund Blackett designed Church of St John The Evangelist at Wallerawang. Others I know of are at Glen Alice and Rydal.

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    1. Thanks Ray. I did give it the right name over at 100 Towns. I have notice the imposing church at Wallerawang from the road but have never gone over to explore it. I must do so one day.

      Since Glen Alice and Rydal are on my list of towns to visit I will see if I can pick up those churches while I am there.

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