The Cross in the Outback: Why Easter Still Speaks to the Aussie Battler, By Bob Farmer, Dairy Farmer
Out past the black stump, where the red dirt stretches forever, Easter hits different. Last year, I saw it myself: a mob of farmers, shearers, and families gathered in a tin-roofed hall, the only church for miles. Under a sky full of stars, they sang of a Cross and an empty tomb, their voices rough but real. That's the outback—hard yakka, har...
