Buses and footwear
The morning began with assembly at a local secondary school, it is always challenging.
Does anyone remember anything from any of the assemblies they endured?
The only speaker whom I ever remember talked about being in a bus queue in Yugoslavia, and being caught in a huge scrum of people trying to get on the bus. He was suddenly aware of being lifted bodily up the steps and turned to see a huge Yugloslav who smiled at him. I remember it because the speaker came back two years later and told the same story. The story was supposed to be about God acting to protect people – it sounded to me like the story of a huge Yugoslav lifting him up bus steps, does that imply divine protection?
Most times words will be judged by experiences. If people’s experiences of church are bad, then the any speaker will struggle.
Experiences like that of a friend would be enough to drive anyone away for life.
He had no shoes for school and was sent to buy a second hand pair, his ten shillings didn’t give him much choice and he bought a pair that were poor and ill fitting.
The shoes were so poor that he was sent to the local clergyman to ask if the clergyman might give him money for shoes from the parish poor fund. The clergyman said he would think about it, and sent the ill shod boy away.
The following week the clergyman was in school and sat at the front of the classroom talking with the head teacher. They turned to my friend and summoned him to the front of the room.
He was made to sit on the teacher’s desk, his feet dangling in the air, while in front of the whole class the teacher and the cleric discussed whether the boy should have spent ten shillings on such shoes.
I recoiled at the story. “It was humiliating”, he said, but then smiled, “Do you know what? I got money for new shoes.”
Had I been him, I think I would have taken the money and bid farewell to the church.
Ian I think I have said enough about school for one day! Don’t get me started on assemblies!
I fainted at my first High School assembly. It was about 150 degrees and I just hit the deck. Very embarrassing. I’ve never fainted since. Must have been a combination of the heat and trepidation. Girls used to have to kneel and have the length of their skirt measured. No more than 4 inches from the floor! Talk about sexual discrimination – wouldn’t happen today! As for the humiliation, I hope that’s a thing of the past but as your friend said, the end justified the means and he got his new shoes.
Mr Dahl stood on stage, ate three shredded wheat and finished with “stupid adverts”.
I don’t think I would have the courage to do such a thing – I leant on the lectern and talked about hearing the Bayonne rugby song in Austria and how music broke down barriers and how we were meant to do the same.