I popped into the Co-op this morning to buy some soya milk for Mrs MadPriest. For five minutes or more I stood next to a woman from St. Francis - not one of the troublemakers. Even though I know I caught her eye, she completely blanked me.
I am going to have to learn to get used to my new leper type position in the neighbourhood as I will be remaining in my present house for some time to come. The congregation will divide into three groups in respect of their attitude towards me:
1. Those who will carry on speaking to me as if nothing has happened.
2. Those who will not speak to me because they feel embarrassed.
3. Those who will not speak to me because, in order to cope, they will have projected all their guilt onto me, or they never considered themselves at fault in the first place.
Those who deliberately orchestrated the hate campaign towards me in order to get rid of me, who will have done so coldly and with feelings of self-righteousness, not guilt, will mostly fall into the first category along with those in the congregation who are confused and disgusted by what their fellow "Christians" have done.
To those of you who may think that there will be two sides to my story I would point out that a couple of days ago, one of those in authority over me, referred to mine enemy as "evil." Which is nice, although I would have preferred him to have done something more pro-active before the whole thing switched to mob dynamics and careered completely out of control.