There was a time when the clergy were easy to get hold of. There was a big house within walking distance and you went and knocked on the door and....But I'm being unreasonable. There just aren't that many clergy these days- and those there are are run off their feet. It's not their fault.
Eventually- but by now it was late afternoon and the young man had gone- they started ringing me back. Nice people, helpful people- and I was able to arrange a meeting for this Sunday.
This is so weird. I'm not even really a Christian and here I am beavering away on the Church's behalf like a righteous gentile or something. And this stuff I'm involved in now isn't kid's stuff. It has the potential to draw me in deep.
I'm thinking of calling this journal A Priest In Spite of Himself.