The Sunday Next Before Lent

Today's visiting priest was the guy who succeeded me as vicar of St. Anne's. We never had much contact- and I don't believe he recognised me. I wouldn't have recognised him by sight either. It's weird, though, how every priest who has turned  up at St. Paul's thus far has been someone who connects to my past.  Where are all the clergy I don't know? Actually, I think I've worked it out: all the clergy I don't know are either evangelical or anglo-catholic- and so not available to help at a broad church parish like St. Pauls's. 

There aren't that many broad church clergy left these days. The extremes are flourishing, the centre is dying.  "A rotten tree lives only in its rind".

But this suits me well enough.  I love a lost cause.