I have been away and only just managed to read your June edition and, especially, the account of the Easter sermon by the lady Dean of Sheffield.
Here, in the benighted Scottish Episcopal Church, on Pentecost Sunday, we were treated to a sermon on the theme of the 1950s TV programme ‘Crackerjack’ by a woman priest. Get it? Neither did we and my arms ached from holding my furious husband, a retired priest, firmly in his pew.
Things in Scotland get ever worse and I am getting closer to crossing the Tiber. My only consolation is New Directions and our twice yearly visits to Walsingham.
Please pray for us.