Friday, November 27, 2009

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Thursday, November 26, 2009

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!


What I am thankful for, amongst others:

-The chance to have known, in a small way, Our Roseann.
-My friends, my family, my boys.
-Having enough, by the Grace of God - even when it's just enough.
-Having not only a job, but a job I enjoy.
-Jim Bullion, Jay Weldon, Henry Louttit, Scott Benhase, and Charlie Hough.
-Heaters in the winter, fans in the summer and hot water year-round.
-St. Patrick's.


Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Uh . . . Batman, that's . . . that's not how it happens . . .

Shamelessly takeded from Superdickery because, as we all know, Superman's a dick!

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Another Dig at the Ubiquitous Clive Staples

SURPRISED BY JOY






Well, that Joy's a mighty big girl!

Monday, November 23, 2009

Flights of Angels Have Borne Her

Roseann Allen-Matthews departed this small life for the greater one at 8:45 pm on Saturday, Nov. 21.

For her, I have no fear or grief; she led a brave, decent life in this world, and can only continue that as she moves into greater life, transcending the limits here.

Pray for Gary, Roseann's husband. Those left behind - all of us - see through the glass darkly, still.

Pray, too, for Teri, Roseann's priest and guide in leaving this life. A good pastor cannot but give part of themselves in every parishioner, and lose a part with every death.

Pray for St. Peter's, the church that has lost Roseann and, just two day prior, another to ovarian cancer and are feeling the loss.

Friday, November 20, 2009

That's It, Folks.

I've had it.

Just had it.

I am a man of faith, and I find . . . well, found . . . that expression in Anglicanism. I was young and stupid.

The Church?

No such thing. Just another club. Another institution. Prophetic as a dead snail, compassionate as a falling girder, as just as a Board of Directors.

It's dead.

Now, I can't give up the people in my parish - well, I should get used to saying my Church - because they are family and, being human, I'm too close to throw them off (though TEC and the AC would have no such problem).

I had held out hope for Christianity, as long as there was one reasonably prophetic and Spirit-led denomination. I know there is not. It's mere realpolitik, self-promotion, good p. r., and greasing of wheels . . . and palms.

The last week or two, I've seen:

More attacks on those who thoughtfully opposed Thew-Forrester

The continued silence of Canterbury on barbaric laws in Uganda

The reply from the PB's office that politics made speaking out dangerous

A lickspittle little dance from Canterbury being praised as great theology, and those who disagree being dismissed as unthinking.

Run to Rome, run to Constantinople, run to the Baptists, Pentecostals, UCC, MCC, but there's no salvation.

I know there's a God, but He ain't here.

We'll talk about society, politics, whatever from now on, but not Church. . .

. . because there isn't one.



Jesus has left the building.

Can Someone Please Explain?

What is this great urgency, the oh-so-necessary purpose of finding some kind of "reunion" with the Roman church? For that matter, why all this nonsense about bring all Christians back into one sort of ecclesial structure, and why does that excuse morally repugnant leadership like that of Rowan Williams?

What has been more harmful to Christianity than all these damnable "one-churchers" fucking around for the last couple of centuries to fix what is not broken?