She said she was a theological anthropologist. And I asked why she was visiting our Estate. Out of curiosity, she said, as it appeared to her that we preceded the fall of the Kirk in Scotland by many centuries as visitors she’d talked to noted that no one here appeared to be a member of any Church for longer than anyone knew. I said that wasn’t quite true as I was an ordained priest of the Church off Oak, Ash and Thorn but that only got me an odd look from her. A very odd look.
I told her that she was welcome to look at our Archives, talk with anyone she wanted to but not to believe anything that The Old Man tells her. Which got me another odd look. She could even look at the various Standing Stones and such but I doubted that’d help her learn anything useful. I added that I’d love to hear what she found.
She found the usual lapsed from the Kirk, a lot of pantheists, several Jews that sort of practiced their religion, one rather bitter very former Catholic and smatterings of other faiths. They only had in common that they believed in Something Divine save that former Catholic. So she moved unto the Archives — nothing at all in them she discovered even vaguely touched upon Kirk services after the early seventeen hundreds. There might have still been Kirk services, there might not’ve been. There was no indication that the Chapel had a Priest paid for by the Estate, nor that one came up from the village. That’s over three centuries with no record of Kirk related activity.
Oh and she did talk to The Old Man, the one who suspiciously looks like depictions of Odin. A half hour later, she left the Pub looking back at him as if afraid he’d do something to her. I’d like to tell you what she found out but I never saw her again, nor did she respond to my emails. Indeed we couldn’t even find that she had existed… Very strange…
