I. A tradie reading a Penguin Classic on the train: a glorious contravention of everyone’s expectations.
II. Waiting in line at Kinokuniya bookshop- the only place in which an extended cue is fine with me. We are all here to engage our imaginations.
III. A new member of our Church- who I am convinced is being dragged along against her will by her boyfriend- volunteered to do a Scripture reading during the liturgy. Unaware of the Church’s custom, she finished the reading and went to sit down, only to be asked by the minister to conclude by saying ‘this is the word of the Lord.’ She obliged, somewhat embarrassed. She gently spoke the revered words, then bemusedly looked around the congregation and asked ‘is that right?’ Little did she know the theological can of worms she just opened….
IV. An old dear, walking in the freezing cold to Catholic Mass at 6am. Clutching a Bible to her chest, she smiled and said good morning.
V. The soft glow of street lights through the winter mist.
VI. The elderly Lebanese man who makes my coffee. His response anytime I ask him how he is going: ‘No complaints my friend, no complaints. No-one would listen anyway…’
VII. The smell of both old and new books.
VIII. The itinerant affection of my cat, Penny.
IX. A chap at Church who is one of the friendliest, most positive individuals I know. He wears Hawaiian shirts everywhere with the express purpose of cheering people up and bringing some color to their lives.
X. Church music rehearsal last week: we were joined by a new member who claimed to be an experienced bass player. He came along with a top of the range Fender Precision. Could not play a note!!