FROM THE PASTOR
Last week, while in Melbourne for a few days, I enjoyed a taxi ride from the airport to the conference centre where I was staying, and met the most fascinating cab driver I’ve chatted to in quite a while.
It didn’t take long for me to engage him in conversation, and I quickly discovered that this lovely older man of Lebanese background, with his wonderful Lebanese/Aussie accent, had a great many opinions on many topics. We had a wide ranging discussion on all sorts of things from the demise of local garages and corner delis, the GST, the taxi industry in Melbourne, his family, and a bunch of other topics. It was a 45 minute ride and we got through a lot of stuff! One thing that was quite interesting, and also quite funny, was that he somehow managed to attribute pretty much every disaster in his life to John Howard… in fact, after a couple of problems that led back to John Howard, I began to think ahead as we covered new topics to try and anticipate how John Howard was responsible for them too! And, sure enough, John was indeed responsible for them too… sometimes obviously so, and sometimes through some creative connections.
It was an entertaining trip, but it did provide two highlights for me that I reflected on quite a bit later on…
Firstly, it was amazing to me that this guy looked at the world through a certain lens which game him a certain perspective of life, in which sadly John Howard was responsible for almost everything bad. It was kind of funny, but also sad. Funny to me, because standing from the outside I could see how absurd this was, but not so funny to him. And I wondered whether I do this too, in my own way. We all have a lens through which we view life, and I guess those lenses aren’t always good or helpful. What a powerful thing to be able to view life from a variety of perspectives and to gain a broader sense of reality! I prayed right then and there that God would keep me from being close-minded and one-eyed.
But the second highlight was very sad for me… this taxi driver, in the midst of another tirade against the terrible John Howard, paused and told me that he was sad because his life was not the life he had wanted to live and it was too late now… he was resigned, he told me, to the fact that his life would never be much. It was over. He was a poor taxi driver in Melbourne, doing the best he could with what John Howard had left him. In that moment, in a taxi cab hurtling down a Melbourne freeway, I was very sad for this man and his loss of hope and future. And I was so thankful that I don’t feel this way, and that my sense of my life’s journey is much richer and deeper than feeling at the mercy of every swirl and storm of fate.
If there is one thing I am very convinced of, it’s that our God is the God of new beginnings and fresh starts, and it is NEVER too late to begin again, and in God there is always a future and hope of better things.