How can an honest man preach about hope when he has no hope? How can he tell of a God who is supposed to be near to each one of us when God deserted him years ago? This Sunday marks four long, painful years since I last presided at the Eucharist in church. I decided to celebrate this inauspicious occasion by failing to get an interview for probably the only post in the Church of England that I stood a chance of getting appointed to. There will be no sermon in this week's podcast from Saint Laika's. I don't wish to lie to people.