I don't want to think about it any more now, too depressing. The Methodist minister's wife stopped by awhile back, there is much we would now probably disagree about, but she was from my childhood church. I hadn't been in it for years and got a chance to photograph a wedding. I had been wanting for three years now to photograph my favorite stained glass window that has comforted me since I was a child even when I pictured it in my mind, when I was down. I didn't know how I was going to set it up and get it right. When I walked into the wedding, there it was all lit up, and I got a beautiful shot of it. The minister's wife was so upbeat and warm, it was like a breath of fresh air in my life. I wish she would come to see me more often. Nobody from the church has ever come to see how I am doing or called or anything. I tried to go back. As far as they are concerned, I don't exist, and I have a hard time even talking and relating to people, in real life or on the net. I did not used to be that way. There are valid reasons for it, it hurts too much to go to church and see all the happy people and nice families. I can't deal with it.
Consider the situation Pope Clement was writing about: the local bishop sacked some orthodox priests. In the eye of the Pope, the flock was deprived of the right priests and given bad ones. I would think, the defect of ministry is more depressing than the attempt to right it. But you mileage may vary.