Nobody told us. But yesterday a secret leaked. We were talking to some people about an appointment at another church and, after telling us that a decision had been made, a tiny, trivial piece of extra information was given. Not enough by itself to tell us anything. A jigsaw piece.
Later, in another separate conversation, exactly the same thing happened. Not a leak, simply a gripping glimpse of another piece of jigsaw. And knowing what we know from somewhere else, a secret that we are party to but neither of the accidental leakers are, we had three pieces. Three adjacent pieces. Enough to reveal a face.
So despite the fact that it won't be made known until Sunday, and no-one can admit to leaking it, we know who the new minister will be in a particular church.
Secrets. They are hardly worth the trouble really.