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Strange flashback whilst reading this dense piece. In grades 12/13 my homeroom teacher was an Anglican minister, without a parish. He taught Classics/Latin. In nightschool format he taught Death&Dying, World Religions, etc. I wanted to take both, my father agreed, only if he enrolled too. I was mortified but agreed. Growing up, we never discussed religion/politics/sex. His authority was absolute, and enough. Mum, as a convert, deferred to him on everything. I loved both classes, even with Dad in the back corner pocket of the room. He never uttered a word, no interruption, no question, no criticism. He only wanted to hear what I heard. The teacher's bar was raised to its absolute height, I believe, not by intimidation, but because he knew this man, in a white shirt and tie, could choose to be elsewhere. I learned more from what these two men didn't say, than by what they did. Reading this article, I felt Rev. Roger McCombe in front of me and my dad listening off to the side. Thanks for that. They've both been gone many years, but not very far away, obviously.
Strange flashback whilst reading this dense piece. In grades 12/13 my homeroom teacher was an Anglican minister, without a parish. He taught Classics/Latin. In nightschool format he taught Death&Dying, World Religions, etc. I wanted to take both, my father agreed, only if he enrolled too. I was mortified but agreed. Growing up, we never discussed religion/politics/sex. His authority was absolute, and enough. Mum, as a convert, deferred to him on everything. I loved both classes, even with Dad in the back corner pocket of the room. He never uttered a word, no interruption, no question, no criticism. He only wanted to hear what I heard. The teacher's bar was raised to its absolute height, I believe, not by intimidation, but because he knew this man, in a white shirt and tie, could choose to be elsewhere. I learned more from what these two men didn't say, than by what they did. Reading this article, I felt Rev. Roger McCombe in front of me and my dad listening off to the side. Thanks for that. They've both been gone many years, but not very far away, obviously.