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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Wednesday, August 14, 2002
    The Grace of God
    Watched the Canadian film 'The Grace of God' last night. It is an odd little thing; basically the story of a man coming to terms with his sexuality, a weave of homely anecdotes and cameos. Grace does seem to permeate it, quietly. The best bit for me came at the end, the culmination of the narrator's reflections on his relationship with his father. A misty shot of a small boy playing beneath some wooden steps, follows the narrative, which goes:

    When I was about five I was playing in the back yard.
    And my father was painting the stairs leading into the house.
    And my mother called me in for lunch.
    And I go to the bottom of the stairs,
    And my father says that we can't step on them.
    And I am baffled. I mean - how are we ever going to get into the house?
    I mean - this is a major crisis.

    And he says, well, you know, close your eyes and I'll show you.
    So I closed my eyes and he picked me up -
    And he LIFTED me over the stairs, into the kitchen.
    And I just turned and for a moment
    My father had become God.