So last week was kinda dominated by the whole fuss around when the new baby was coming and I have to say going through the updates reminded me that this blog is about a record of my personal journey through life. Like little else I have, a blog gives me a chance to record the issues of life and have an ongoing record of that for others to notice and learn from and also for me to look back on where I was and what I was doing in key moments.
With that in mind, one of the things about the story about taxis that I wanted to mention as well is that during the labour week that took place, with being a non-driver and all I was a big customer of a local taxi firm. They were awesome over the week, hugely helpful, prompt with reasonable prices I was really cheered to have good drivers taking me that short cut to where I needed to get to and I have much to be grateful for the service.
The conversations I was able to have with them proved to be really good. Getting insight into what make the drivers do what they do and the varying backgrounds from which they come. What was also of particular help was that with me going to the maternity ward of the hospital they of course asked me often about what I was going for (I resisted the urge to say I was going there for a hair-cut).
It is quite something the stories the taxi drivers can tell about their own experiences of fatherhood (yeah they were all blokes, what can I do?). As I heard them share their own highs and lows of being a father, it occurred to me again, that this is what community is all about. Sure it’s not about being in the front seat of a car all the time, but it is about gleaning nuggets of wisdom from those who have been there. How can this take place unless you’re in the place to receive the wisdom?
Plus in the comfort of a car journey there’s no drink and cigarettes to ruin things environment wise and although the driver is focussed on doing his job there’s always that element of a one-to-one encounter, where the wisdom and hilarity of the ages can be shared. It is seriously good to be there to enjoy these brief moments in time with complete strangers who are only too willing to share with you a fairly important part of their lives. What’s more there’s no guff, there’s no faffing about with masks as it were. It’s all real stuff and there is good things to learn from them.
It got me thinking how great that would be if church was like that.
For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
dmcd
Life With CD 