[Redbook7:80-81][19900307:2322]{Soliciting
the Future}[7th March 1990]
19900307.2322
When
I saw the referees’ form for the Church, on Sunday,* I felt
physically ill: disorientated and peculiar. This, and overwhelming
tiredness, lasted through Monday: what kind of a Church is this? On
Monday night I went to bed {saying}** inwardly: I’ll do whatever
you want me to do... (or something similar). On Tuesday, the day of
our exploratory drive to England, I woke up quite calm with the
original idea that I should become a Solicitor*** (ie instead of a
Barrister)**** and work for a firm of Solicitors. Within hours I had
rung up the Law Society# and found that it might be possible; I have
already started re-reading old legal books, for background.
Of
all the towns we visited on Tuesday – Hereford, Ledbury, Malvern,
Worcester, Evesham, (Eckington village,) and Tewkesbury were the
others – only one really appealed to both of us, and that was the
one I particularly wanted to see: Pershore.#*
I
feel that I should, if I can, stick to my declared intention and
pursue my application for ordination as far as it will take me,
however uncomfortable it may become (however
uncomfortable?).#** The concentration of the mind has been useful,
in terms of study; there is also the faint possibility that what I
have said, and/or have to say, might actually be useful to the
Church....#***
*[4th
March 1990; the date of this journal entry, the 7th,
was a Wednesday]
**[ms
originally had ‘asking’]
***[an
Attorney, in other jurisdictions]
****[as
the writer then was; an Advocate, in other jurisdictions]
#[The
Solicitors’ professional body]
#*ref
III. [[Redbook3:164-166][19870410:1000]({Dream
of} PERSHORE)[10th April 1987]&f,]
164
#**(I
think that it could become very uncomfortable indeed.)
#***{cf
[[Redbook7:115-121][19900404:1531]{The
Church and I}[4th April 1990],]
118}
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