It happened this Christmas. I had the honour helping to officiate at a friends wedding. This friend happened to be a parish priest getting married in his own church to a member of our fellowship. It was a great day, a Christmas wedding with carols as the hymns and a packed church. The local media picked it up and it was reported in the local press. The papers mentioned I’d helped to take the service. It wasn’t front page stuff but a nice report.
The interesting thing was what happened the following week. As I sat down in my seat at Sheffield Utd a man who sits nears me lent over and said “Are you the Jonathan who married that vicar?” Firstly I pointed out that I had not entered into a civil partnership with my priestly friend but then told him that I was that man. Now he knows I lead a church (he thought I was an accountant at first! Me??), but somehow he’d made a connection through one article in a paper. I was astonished.
2-3 days later I went into a local pet shop. I often chat to the shop owner about dogs and life but again although I’ve told her what I do as a job its gone no further. She didn’t even know my name! Again the same question.. “did you take that wedding for the vicar?”
Someone is always watching us! Not just the CCTV, Speed cameras, and the data they have on us all on computers, but REAL PEOPLE. Those who we see in our leisure time, at the shops, on our street. I wonder what they are seeing in you and me?
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