Occasional words of usually not wisdom from a retired parson.
Wednesday, 3 December 2014
It would be thought, it would be, a bitter thing to observe that the church of England refuses to give me any parish post, but on Monday, an elderly nun, a very bright woman, who has clearly since we last talked, had a stroke, laughed at every point in my sermon that was actually funny. I think that showed that both of us were alive. Maybe for a few moments we had "life more abundant" together. The hierarchy would seem to be against this.