
You would think that after thirty two years of ordained ministry, of wearing this plastic "ring of confidence", this collar in reverse... that I would be accustomed to the reaction of people as they see "a priest".
Often in restaurants I am aware of suddenly hushed conversations at a nearby table as one diner shares the momentous news... "there's a priest over there". A priest eating... my! A priest driving a car... astounding! A priest walking hand in hand with his beloved... goodness!
I'm puzzled why I still find this a little strange and, at times, more than a little irritating! Maybe just tiredness and consequent tetchiness? Maybe an ongoing healthy dis-ease with my vocation? Maybe an occasional longing to be "normal" (but really how boring is that?!).
So this morning... in my local coffee shop... two young adults come in and the young man whispers a "clergy warning" to his friend. When she looks around I raise my hand and say' "Here I am". And then, oh dear!, when I pick up my breakfast bagel I say to the young man, "You see, priests even eat bagels".
Ah well... perhaps I'll improve... one day at a time!
Once C.S. Lewis was severely castigated for smoking a pipe; his critic observed, "Jesus didn't smoke a pipe!". To which the professor replied, "No... and he didn't sit on the top of a number 42 'bus either!!!".
Dealing with our lazy expectations, our unreadiness to be open... is a life-long task. But remember... they eat bagels as well!