From my birth until the age of seven, I was a parishioner at St Francis Xavier, Liverpool, affectionately known as ‘SFX’. I didn’t know much about Xavier then, but I did notice the stained glass windows behind the high altar. Those windows, installed around the time I was born, replaced the original mid-nineteenth century windows which were destroyed in the May 1941 Liverpool blitz. The ‘new’ windows illustrate highlights from our saint’s life. It’s all highly coloured, dramatic, almost strip-cartoon style. I loved it aged seven, and I love it even more now that I know more about him. Life took me away from my childhood parish and I didn’t return to Merseyside until about twenty years ago when SFX became ‘my’ church again.