It’s been a while since I went to a hair dresser. I still remember what it was like. It’s not actually something I miss. My stereotype of hairdressers are people who talk a lot all day with many different people. They have their ear to the ground, their finger on the pulse, and are probably happy to give their opinion about anything (I say that all positively).
For my doctoral research I interviewed some people who were not what I defined as being Christianised. I wanted to gain their perception of the Christian church in New Zealand. One of these people was a 30-year-old male hairdresser working in the inner city who was born and grew up in Christchurch. He had some fascinating thoughts about the Anglican cathedral which was a central icon in the inner city. This is part of his story:
