Big Love

Ringwood, Melbourne, 1982

I was born to love something bigger than myself. At first I thought that something was Jesus. At church I'd sit on the hard pews and read the stations of the cross laid out in panels on the walls while the priest droned and people stood up and sat down and sang Make Me A Channel of Your Peace. We went every Sunday, and sometimes on Saturdays for fetes or working bees. Church was bricks and wood and glass and dust motes.

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