Posted by Al Ingham

Lately I’ve been noticing things that have returned me to childhood. Last week I started a painting series looking at Days Bay, where I went to school. This week it has been Fejoa’s.

We used to have 2 huge Fejoa trees in our front yard. It was a regular exercise, heading out there with buckets and picking thousands of them. For me, they are the forgotten fruit of childhood. They haven’t got the glamour of strawberries, or the tastyness of blackberries.

I guess that’s a bit like us sometimes. Not everyone is as glamourous, or famous or wealthy or smart. But in the eyes of God, we are all equal. The first shall be last, and the last shall be first. A lesson God has been pressing on my heart lately.