I would just like to add that our previous priest of 7 years had a dreadful time, he was rudely snubbed, battled those who believed the owned the parish (he didn’t quite win on all counts) and was not supported a great deal. I wonder whether he was so maltreated, that we did not have the joy of him being the priest he was created to be. Yet when he announced he was leaving, it was as if he was a beloved saint. A bit like the Polish Saint, who was only loved when he left.
The new priest (very opposite and with different gifts and flaws) arrived last autumn and since then has had an even harder time. Yes he has made mistakes, upset some of us and firmly removed all hope from the select few who think the own the Church. Things are all over the place and messy but God is in the middle of it all and good things are starting to happen. The latter is important when you belong to a stagnant dying parish. He is still struggling and it must be so difficult for him.
And yes, I struggled and even got a bit sanctified. At the end of the day, my pride and arrogance took a hefty blow and a few hard lessons had to be relearned - not the fault of the priest but lessons from God. That is the hard thing, to separate God’s lessons and will from the instruments he uses. And I have also done (with God’s help) things I never thought I would or could do. I suspect that God is using our new priest as his instrument to help us - a bit like going to the dentist. Most of us hate going to the dentist, suffering in the chair and feeling miserable afterwards, but in a few days we are generally grateful that the toothache has gone. We don’t like it, but dentistry is necessary for most of us.