My, my, my, doesn't time fly when you are just hanging around, waiting to die?
It's been exactly one (ecclesiastical) year since I presided at my last mass and worshipped in a church.
During that time not one person from the church has contacted me to enquire about my spiritual wellbeing. I mentioned this to the archdeacon over the phone recently to which he replied, "Well, what sort of welcome would I get?"
Which pretty much sums up the Christlessness of the Church of England hierarchy.