Some nights turn out better than expected. Take yesterday for example. Across the road is a beautiful 115 year old church converted into a hall. A modern brick edifice stands alongside it. The Bishop was visiting our small town so consequently there was a bigger gathering than usual of the faithful , maybe thirty folks showed up.
Around seven o’clock, after their worship, the flock drifted back to the little hall to enjoy food prepared by country ladies.. None of this mamby – pamby city tucker with a half cooked cube of pork, a bit of fancy sauce dribbled over it , garnished by a sprig of parsley – no sir, just good old fashioned well cooked tasty food. The group formed a polite and orderly queue and shuffled past the mouth watering assortment filling their plates as they went. A bit later sweets came out in the form of apple crumble , ice cream and custard – beautiful !
Anyway the Bishop is a pretty cool guy and had bought his guitar along. A traveler visiting from Melbourne who had obviously been chatting with him about their love of music , went back to his caravan and retrieved his guitar so the two of them could set up a little gig . What a great idea.
Memories of Don and Phil, John Denver, Harry Belafonte, Willy Nelson and a few others unfolded with the oldies enjoying the unexpected entertainment and clapping like kids at a Wiggles party after each song.
Music, particularly live music, does that to people – it’s uplifting. The traveler told me later he had played in his youth with many top-liners of the day and even after having surgery on his throat and the passing of the years his love of singing and playing the guitar had never waned.
It’s a gift to have music within your soul, to be able to instantly produce a smile and some happiness to the listener. As we joined in with the Bishop and the Traveler the world and it’s hassles flowed away and there, for a few brief moments, we were carried on their songs.
Full belly, full heart – we are indeed living in the lucky country.