Wednesday, June 27, 2012
I had known about Francis for quite a while. Who doesn't? But he didn't mean much. After all he was the hippy dude with the furry woodland animals. I first truly met him (but of course didn't meet him) when I stumbled across GK Chesterton's St Francis of Assisi. Anyone who has read this little volume knows what the parenthesis above means. Chesterton I first met in Orthodoxy, a perennial favorite among protestant evangelicals. An irony I still find quite amusing. I was led to him by CS Lewis. And I met Lewis while I was a pentecostal. But that was because I had been a part-time Anglican. Go figure. Anyway. Tere and I were at the Rozelle markets about December 2006 or January 2007. I ducked across the road to a second-hand bookstore. Addicts always need their fix. To my delight there is the curious little book on a shelf, perhaps filed under religion. It is an old one. Blue. Hardback. Spine faded more than the cover and back. Slightly shredded at the corners. Musty. Otherwise OK. Immediate joy was crushed by persecutive dismay. $12. ... $12! :( Oh well not today. But... . No be brave. Probably not worthy reading anyway. Certainly not worth $12. Oh OK. So I head out the door crest-fallen. On the way back across the road I convinced myself that I needed it. Well someone or something convinced me that I needed it. Honey there's a book that's $12. What do you reckon? I had only $10 in my pocket and like most of our days when the kids were younger they were days of austerity. Well, she agreed that if I really wanted it. :) So I triumphantly, and with a minimum of nagging guilt, bought what I assumed would be an entry-level intro to Francis.