Father Sydney, A Voice in the clear air,
This review is from: ON THE HIGH C'S (A LIGHT-HEARTED JOURNEY). (Hardcover)
I had the privelege of knowing Father Sydney as a boy growing up in Lochgilphead,Argyll,Scotland.In childhood one often does not appreciate fully the beauty around and Lochgilphead is set in one of the most beautiful counties in Scotland and what I had of my childhood at tmes was idyllic in some ways.I was introduced to Father Sydney by gramaphone,by his records and my father knew him as a friend and shared the Judaic-Christian faith though my father and mother were of the Protestant persuasion.I learnt a lot of the Scottish songs the Father had sung profesionally that way and of course being a boy I thought for some reason that he might enjoy his own songs sung to him and his mother at Halloween that being I would have assumed a sincere form of flattery. I would go to his house dunking for apples and sing Mother Machree to him and his Mother.He was always whether then or at other tmes and occasions it seems to me a most considerate man and a man of a quiet and steady conviction in his belief in God.
This same characteristics are gently portrayed in this book which is a deceptively easy and enjoyable read.It was in his garden in Lochgilphead at quarter to twelve pm on the 29th August 1964 and I was fourteen that I stood alone in the garden with both my mother dead some two years previously and my father dead by March that same year.I looked up at the stars in a starry starry night sky and I asked God if He was there that He would prove to me He lived. He did.Forty six years have gone since that day and hour and I am still utterly convinced and thankful to God.Father Sydney then too is grafted to my heart by more than friendship now.I look forward to seeing him again.