Most days that I go in to town to do a shift with 2RPH, I make a point of dropping into the church at Haymarket, St Peter Julian. It is one of those lovely oases of silence in a sea of urban noise. On the footpath at the front door, crowds ply their way up and down George Street. There is a light rail station less than 5 metres away, with trams every few minutes. One of the busiest spots in the CBD!

But inside is dark, save only for the gorgeous stained glass windows behind the altar, dim lights from the ceiling, and the shimmer of candles from an adjacent Marian chapel. Unlike St Finbars, this church has the old pull-down kneelers (which I love). It is hard for me to sit in a church when I could be kneeling. That is just how I am and my prayers seem much more powerful. I know some prefer to stand and that's okay too.

My Features Forum shift yesterday was quite different. My regular readers were away, so I hosted and read the articles with another kind soul who volunteered to help. Doing the shift by myself (reading news items for 90 minutes whilst handling all the other bells and whistles) is very difficult - not beyond me - but a heavy lift. 

I need to remind myself constantly that this job is about others - others who are often disadvantaged by poor vision, loneliness or lack of resources. We are a window for them. It is all too easy to get caught up in ego, which is the enemy of service.