Surprising Entrance for the New Anglican Archbishop of Armagh

The new Anglican Archbishop of Armagh, The Most Reverend Doctor Richard Clarke encountered a bit of a surprise when he knocked at the door of his new cathedral…

h/t Bosco Peters


  1. I suppose the lesson is that a shepherd without a crook must rely on the art of persuasion to keep his sheep in line …

  2. Let me recommend to the Archbishop my source for walking sticks. Of course I have not tried to batter down church doors with them. But then, they are not that expensive.

    Actually the shepherds stick was the first walking stick that I purchased. I figured the child’s size (48 inches) would fit very comfortably over my arm during communion (which is true). Unfortunately it looks like a oversized cane. So I rarely use it any more,.

    However I like the 50 inch twisted colorwood walking sticks (which come in almost all the liturgical colors ) which also fit comfortably into my arm during communion. I get many, many compliments even when my walking sticks ride in a shopping cart. The Archbishop might decide he likes colored walking sticks better than a shepherd’s stick.

    A lot of the walking stick designs look like variations on the crosier. I find most of them too intimidating for shopping, doctor’s offices, or church, but they are fine for walking along the Lake Erie shore (when I was younger I had a collection of driftwood walking sticks from the lake near our cabin).

    My favorite among the taller walking sticks is the “Royal Twisted Oak Walking Stick” which closely resembles the walking sticks used by Eastern Prelates outside of church.

    Anyway if a doctor (or two as in my case) has suggested to you or a loved one that you might be safer than sorry by using a cane or walking stick. by all means turn that lemon into lemonade. Get a lot of positive attention and respect (make way for the person with the walking stick).

  3. Oh, if only we would each take such a surprise in stride and keep right on going without throwing a fit or getting all flustered.

  4. Unfortunately my father and many other relatives in their eighties have had a great deal of reluctance to use canes, walking stick, crutches, etc. Perhaps that has helped me form a different attitude.

    One day I saw a rollator in a medical supply store. It has four wheels and handle bars and hand brakes like a bicycle plus a place to sit if you are tired or need to care things. Dad really liked it. I guess because it feels like a bicycle and is very maneuverable. I have seen a few people use them at church. One lady puts her hymnal on the seat.

    When Dad died I kept the rollator. Comes in very handy for moving heavy objects from room to room. It is easily transportable in a car. There is a lady who brings one down to the Lake for her exercise (there is a paved pathway). So I know I am all set even if things get much worse. The key is finding an “elegant” solution to the problem.

  5. Jack —

    Since you are a walking stick connaisseur, maybe you can answer a question for me. Once at Mass I sat next to a gentleman with a very beautiful cane. It was a work of art, really, and I have wondered ever since what sort of wood it was made of. It was very dark gray-brown, almost black. The stick was at most 2 inches in diameter. At very regular intervals there were many small knobs which obviously had been the beginnings of small branches. The regularlty of their placement was amazing. What sort of wood might it have been?

  6. Ann,

    My interest in buying walking sticks is relatively recent. However I took a look at Google images and perhaps this is what you are talking about.

    Cold Steel 37″ Irish Blackthorn Walking Stick

    While looking through Google I came across something I had forgotten, the real origin of my interest in walking sticks, i.e. the “colorful walking sticks” of the carnivals of my youth.

    The volunteer fire department (and ladies auxiliary) was the most important institution of my very small town. We had bingo once a week and the huge fire hall was filled; on Friday nights the whole male population of the town was deputized as a thousand kids came to our dances. And of course there was the annual parade of fire trucks and bands through our small town. We had the best parades because we had the most beautiful fire trunk and every other town in the county wanted to be sure we came to their parade.

    And, of course there was the annual carnival at parade time. Walking sticks were part of the prizes. I think they were at the low end but I liked them best. But, course I outgrew them for collecting sticks by the cabin lake shore in my twenties and thirties. No wonder I find it so easy to get into the walking stick mode now that I need to, and that I particularly like the colorful ones.

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