At the beginning of December, 2011, the man who is to be crowned, Archbishop of Canterbury, tomorrow, was sitting here in my home, in the very seat I am sitting in now After a pleasant hour or so of conversation he stated that I definitely had a priestly vocation. I told him that his plan to visit all the clergy of his new diocese was the best idea he would ever have because clergy need to feel loved. He thanked me for the advice and left.
Tomorrow, Justin Welby will begin a new and exciting ministry in which he will travel the world and be feted by the high and low alike. At the end of this time he will retire on a substantial pension and will continue to enjoy a worthwhile vocation in both church and society.
I asked him for help and he would not help me.
All I wanted was permission to officiate and a church to assist in. No pay, no accommodation. Just a lousy bit of paper.
Tomorrow will be just another boring, hopeless, lonely, useless day for me.
I give in.
Why is the grace of God so random?