The Church centenary celebrations in Cleveland

With my teaching work rumbling across the landscape like a volcano's ashes and mire, filling every gap in my busy life with student examination stress, marking and resulting, it was a welcome relief to relax last night at the Uniting church's centenary concert. Old ladies with fruit bowls on their heads, smiling faces glaring down through stage lighting, and children - the church of the future - adored by an audience who recalled their own debut in a concert fifty years ago or more. Who cares if mistakes in wording or tune were made? Nobody. It was as if we were transported to a safe place from our past. The church concerts of the past. Memories had already settled positively in our minds, those of us who had participated every few years, all our lives since those innocent Sunday school days. So many changes to society, to our lives in general. The warm fuzzies of the church concert ensured its success from the start of preparations and the laughter will continue to echo throughout the lives of all who attended last night.