The Ordination His knees hurt. Try as he might he could not raise his thoughts above this pain, this intrusion into what he was promised would be and which was meant to be the most profound spiritual experience of his life. His knees hurt. He tried to move his body, a discrete exercise regime intended to relieve the pressure on his knees. He remembered an old school friend who, on hearing of his plans for ordination had pulled his leg about wearing out the knees of his jeans, but today it felt as though it was his knees, that would not survive. If only he could stand and stretch, but he Bishop was edging closer. His knees hurt. He tried raising his feet, one ankle at a time, but that only made the pain that much more unbearable and he knew that fidgeting would just draw the attention of the Bishop’s Chaplain who had been watching him closely since yesterdays row with the Cathedral verger. As the Bishop came closer he tried to turn the grimace he knew w...
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In the Church of England you will find the sceptic at the Altar Oscar Wilde ‘After a discipleship of plain days The first born of the bourgeoisie It is disturbing to be offered this coast For one's training as Messiah (as the careful programme says) The faithful will be few and the Heathen Prominent, the change is quite important There is to be a seascape out of dreams And a city founded where tears fell’ EBG