November 06, 2006

That's My Church!


I've had a couple people ask me today, "Jim, what's your reaction to the investiture of Arch Moonbat Katharine Jefferts Schori as Presiding Bishop of the Episcopal Church this weekend?"

Truth be told, I've come to see this as a good thing. For years, we Palies have been slowly slouching toward our eventual break up, while at the same time trying to pretend that it wasn't going to happen. I think the election of such a hard-core radical is going to greatly accelerate the process, effectively forcing us all to Get It Over With. It isn't that her views are all that greatly different from some of her predecessors, but the tone is starting to be much less obfuscatory and conciliatory, much more, "This is how it's gonna be. Shaddap and siddown." About time, too. Rump Traditionalism, anybody?

Speaking of such things, did you know that I am a gen-u-ine Saint? It's true! During the sermon at this past Sunday's All Saints service, we were informed that there really isn't a difference between such venerated figgahs as Peter, Paul, Francis, Anthony and Augustine (and their more recent equivalents), and ordinary lowly pew-warmers such as Yours Truly.

Indeed, to reenforce the point, we even sang what I consider to be one of the sappiest hymns in the hymnal, "I Sing A Song of the Saints of God", the third verse of which in particular gives me the guts-ache:

They lived not only in ages past;
there are hundreds of thousands still.
The world is bright with the joyous saints
who love to do Jesus' will.
You can meet them in school, on the street, in the store,
in church, by the sea, in the house next door;
they are saints of God, whether rich or poor,
and I mean to be one too.
Now, being a good Proddy, I'm perfectly comfortable with rejecting the need for hierarchical intervention in order to get me an audience with Him. On the other hand, this tack all the way to the other extreme (which seems to be getting more pronounced every year, at least in my church), reminds me irresistably of one of those children's party games where all the kids get some kind of prize, in order to avoid anybody feeling "excluded".

I dunno, perhaps it was because I had to be at church for the earlier service for the eldest Llama-ette's choir performance and then had to stay and usher the later one (which included five baptisms), but I was almost jaded enough by the end of things to ask the Rector whether being a saint also meant that I got to be patron of something. If so, I was going to call dibs on leggy supermodels.

Posted by Robert at November 6, 2006 04:51 PM | TrackBack

A split in a church, while necessary, is painful. Husband and I had to start all over again when our church split.

I hope you have better luck.

Posted by: GroovyVic at November 7, 2006 06:54 AM