I MENTIONED IN A POST
somewhere how a ‘charismatic’ friend was totally convinced that if only I would attend the rally “Jesus ’78” I would be smitten into belief by the hand of God.
for a good smite or two I attended. The rest, as they say, is history.
NO NEED TO COVER
the same ground, beyond this necessary relevant reminder … okay, first the picture (I know you’re anxious) (and will be wondering what hell it’s all about?)—
is in JC78 being a huge open air rally (of dedicated Christians and those they wished would feel the holy hand and be converted) on the flight path from Mangere Airport and happening at evening dusk. Theatre, pure theatre; and to give ’em due credit it was superbly staged. BUT—
—at a crucial point, just as all were standing with hands upraised in prayer (with eyes closed and the sibilant hisses of ‘tongues’) … a Boeing 707 freshly aloft from Auckland and en route (I guess, Honolulu?) passed overhead. I cracked up and earned an indignant elbow in the ribs but I’ve never forgotten how it all looked to the jaundiced eye as if several thousands of ignorant savages were worshipping Big Metal Bird In Sky.
I was in Queen’s Park and came across a ‘stumpery’ which I passed cheerily through. When I emerged the other side I found a whole lot of wooden figures lining the path, and heard an aircraft climbing out of Invercargill airport. Have you ever noticed how straps and buckles and things never unstrap or unbuckle without a fight when you’re in a hurry?
But I manged to get camera out, energised, and to my eye in time to catch the plane. It was only a wee while ago when transferring shots from click-box to computer that I made the connection and my funny bone was tweaked … aaaaah, memories …