My day off flipped around this week, so off I went to Edinburgh to see some friends.
It was a good day, catching up on news, sharing stories, pondering the demise of hobbies and the meta-congnitive functions revealed in the ordering of bookshelves.
I have been blessed with more than my share of good friends over the years — many of whom put up with dreadful neglect and know to measure patterns of contact in years, not days. But forming ‘new’ friendships is a tricky thing in a priest’s life. We are never really off duty. We are never not-a-priest and never wholly free to form friendships with those for whom we are ‘priest’.
So how is it that these two slipped under the cracks, I wonder?
I’ve known others to go through a ‘category shift’ (from ‘parishioner’ to ‘friend’ when our geography changed) but these two just landed in the ‘friends’ list as if by chance.
And although I forget all about the usual distinctions when I am with them, I am sure that the me I find when I am with them is the one who was first called and ordained.
I am grateful for it.