When I started teaching my colleagues in the physics department had strange interests. Photography, brewing wine, exploring their family tree. I didn’t mind, these were things old people did, and they were quite quaint. Of course I picked up all kinds of information about a variety of subjects as we talked in the prep room over the years. It was a bit like a shed, I suppose, if you know what I mean.
Alas, though I always felt so young in the presence of my sagacious colleagues, in time I acquired an SLR camera, eventually got filters, a tripod, started to take slides. My sister bought me a wine-making kit, but apart from a sherry-like raisin wine that defied all the odds and tasted delicious, I just seemed pretty expert at producing almond-flavoured wine , no matter what went in to the stew. And, initially to make sense of my wife’s clematis-like family tree, I have an interest in genealogy!
Is me woe?
No, I don’t think so. Those ‘old’ people were actually quite young in their attitudes, and they were days of great humour and learning that we shared at the Blue Coat School, and I acquired many skills and wisdom. Thanks Ted and Mac.
We all need Mac and Teds, and they need Stefs.
That’s partly what Paul the Apostle meant when he talked about the church being a body of diverse parts. Nowhere else can we be so diverse, yet equal, like is possible in the church, and make a unit, be one.
(It just so happened Mac and Ted were also people of faith)