The Still Point of the Turning World
I was on retreat at Quarr Abbey once many years ago, and when I came out of the church after Vespers a teenaged kid was slouching on a bench outside smoking.
Denims, punk haircut, nose ring.
So I asked him what he was doing there.
“I’m just hanging out here.”
“Do you come here often?”
“Do you ever come into church to hear the monks sing?”
“Why do you come here?”
He grinned. “This is where the power is man.”
Then he got up and walked down the lane to the road beyond and the outside world.
I’ve never forgotten that meeting with the English kid, and he’s one