People don't really know if you're a real human or not. I was young
when I arrived at my parish and lots of my congregation gave me cutlery –
because if I wasn't married, I clearly didn't own cutlery. When
I started dating someone that was really weird for people. It was weird
for me, too – seeing them at the altar rail, knowing that we'd been
snogging the night before.
The dog collar can be a help and a
hindrance. When I leave the gym, the other gym bunnies tend to do a
double take, especially if they've been checking me out a bit. I can
walk into a meeting of my peers, fellow professionals, and they won't
listen to a word because the fact that I believe in God means that I'm
clearly bonkers...
I get asked to
pray for some odd things: I know far too much about the continence of my
congregation. Sometimes they'll get very upset about something they've
read in the Mail and I end up having to pray for whatever's
causing cancer in cats this week.
From an Observer article, Jobs Confidential: 15 reveal the truth about their work.
Although it's not stated I get the impression this priest is a you-know-what.
Sunday, 24 March 2013
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