I decided to attend the campus chapel of Menno Place after an elderly lady assured me of a blessing if I did go, and since I was in need of something positive, because I had I lost a fight with the computer, had painful diabetic foot-soles, and – had lost my key-chain.

To my amazement the blessing started even before I had set a foot in the church, when I slipped in my new black pants which I had worn once only to my daughter's house. I found the lost keys in its pocket.

Sitting in the back row of the chapel I rolled into second blessing as a shapely young staff lady took the seat next to mine. We sang an entire hymn together out of her song book before she ran off to attend an oldster who was dangerously close to falling out of her wheelchair as she had fallen asleep. After the service 'the second blessing' asked if she could introduce me to a recently widowed woman, and of course I said most certainly. This was more than I expected, as the blessings kept rolling in.

She was pleasant-looking, I liked the woman immediately, and when we introduced ourselves discovered that we had met 60 years ago as young people at the BC coast; enthusiastically we shared memories of people and events, until she had to leave – leaving me sort-of interested, sort-of curious, blessed maybe? The next Sunday I went again, this time I had put a tie on - but she never showed up.