Being Drawn In

[poliphilo]

My old boss, Graham Marshall, (I was his curate at St Elisabeth's, Reddish) was today's visiting priest. He was extremely surprised to see us there. And we were surprised to see him.

Graham is the one person from that former life I've kept in touch with. We used to bump into him in Asda. He's a sweet man.

There was no-one handing out hymnbooks and service papers when we arrived, so Ailz volunteered us.

And at the close of the service we brought home a tray of tea-light holders to wash. The tea lights- dozens of them- had been burning in the window embrasures in honour of it being Candlemas.

We are being drawn in. We are learning people's names. The churchwarden is called Linda. Baby Fabrizio's mother is called Udet. I think we've crossed a line. Before today it would have been possible to retire in reasonably good order. Not so now.
 
Thank you, Bridget, Brid, Bride, Brede, Brigid, Brigantia.

Comments

[veronica-milvus.livejournal.com]

Watch out - you'll be a lay reader by Easter and back in your robes handing round communion by Trinity Sunday! Be careful or the C of E will rehabilitate you, they have precious few intelligent life forms capable of leading anything, they will make use of you if they can.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Yes, I think it very likely.

I have always had a weakness for lost causes....:)