I love the bagpipes. An Uncle of mine used to play in a band and, on Christmas Eve, they used to march in and out of all the shops and us little kids would joyfully scramble along behind. It was a thrilling experience.

Unfortunately, those times past.

Anyway, a few years later and many miles away, I was standing outside at dusk, in our backyard in the bush surrounded suburban gully where we lived.

The sun had just dipped below the hills leaving a yellow wash against the darkening blue.

All went silent, and then from somewhere, way up the valley, a lone piper played "Amazing Grace."

I will never forget that night. I don't remember how young I was, and I was far from being a Christian, but it was like God imprinted that evening into my spirit.