I do not condemn people who get divorced. Shit happens.
I do not condemn people who get divorced and then meet someone new and remarry. Quite the contrary. No matter what Jesus was supposed to have said about this matter, I would encourage such people to find love again.
I do not condemn people who shack up with other people without getting married although I believe that they are missing out on something that can be truly wonderful and fulfilling.
I do not condemn people who get divorced and then meet someone new and shack up together (see above).
But I do condemn married people who engage in long term extra-marital affairs, keeping them secret from their spouses. It is betrayal. It is dishonest. It is cowardly. It is all of these things even when the two people involved are very much in love with each other.
I also condemn blogging anonymously.
Two sides of the same coin, if you ask me.
See also THE TELEGRAPH.
Anne Alcock, a deanery lay chairperson, her rural dean and a so-called assistant rural dean, stopped me getting a post in Ipswich that I really, really wanted because I would not say that I would put the deanery's agenda before that of the parish church I was hoping to serve. I had to be interviewed by these three separate to my interview with the Archdeacon and parish represents (an interview that went quite well even though I am abysmal at interviews). I know for a fact that it was the deanery party, especially the rural dean (who appeared to both Mrs MP and myself to be arrogant and power crazy) who persuaded the parish representatives not to offer me the post even though we had all had a wonderful time together at the previous evening's informal get together. It was the second most disappointing day of my life. The first was not getting the Black Isle job.
As I say, I'm having trouble feeling sympathetic for anybody involved in this story except the wife and the congregation. I know what it's like to be betrayed by a man of the cloth. It fecking hurts.