Friday, June 30, 2006

...and back to laughter!

This started to cheer me up!
So which t-shirt should I get?!

Neither death, nor life, nor angels,
nor Bishops, nor the Anglican Communion
can separate us from the love of Christ.

Episcopal Church USA

Is a bad hair day a manner of life?

I helped strain the bonds of affection.

Monday, June 26, 2006

From Laughter to Tears

Well, I went from the exhilaration and hope instilled in me from the election of our first woman Presiding Bishop to a brokenhearted “huh?”

Resolution B033 was passed at the Episcopal General Convention charging “Standing Committees and bishops with jurisdiction to exercise restraint by not consenting to the consecration of any candidate to the episcopate whose manner of life [meaning homosexuals] presents a challenge to the wider church and will lead to further strains on communion.” (insertion & italics mine) . I have worn myself out this week reading all the discussions and debate. I can honestly say that I see both sides although I do not pretend to grasp all the intricacies involved. I do not judge those who forged this resolution nor do I condemn those who voted for it. I cannot imagine how difficult it must have been for all involved.

On a purely personal level, I would like to say that I grieve. It’s hard to express why, beyond the obvious that is.

I read this quote from Martin Luther King’s letter from a Birmingham Jail (found in the comment section of “Father Jake Stops the World” by “Mike in Texas”—sorry that I haven’t figured out how to link stuff yet):
I must confess that over the past few years I have been gravely disappointed with the white moderate. I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro's great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen's Counciler or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to "order" than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says: "I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I cannot agree with your methods of direct action"; who paternalistically believes he can set the timetable for another man's freedom; who lives by a mythical concept of time and who constantly advises the Negro to wait for a "more convenient season." Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.

I cannot help but wonder if we will look back and say, “My God, what have we done?” because we will have realized that we mistakenly tried to set the timetable for another’s freedom and justice, thinking our lukewarm and shallow acceptance was all that was required or even necessary.

But as I was reminded in a sermon this last Sunday, God is still in control and we do not yet see how this time will be used to further the movement and purpose of the Spirit. I do not see it or understand it, so I grieve. I think God understands.

Monday, June 19, 2006

History Has Been Made!

Yesterday, Bishop Katharine Jefferts Schori was elected the first woman to be the Presiding Bishop of the Episcopal Church, also making her the first woman Primate in the worldwide Anglican Communion, and I can’t stop smiling!

This is HUGE people! I want to laugh and cry at the same time. It’s crazy. I do not know this woman. I do not want to become a bishop. But there is in this, something that changes everything. A group that is predominantly men, voted to make this happen. The majority of people wanted this. She cares about what I care about—inclusion of all people; implementing the UN’s Millennium Development Goals for embracing and celebrating diversity, and eradicating poverty and hunger; creating an environmentally sustainable world.

And if you’re a believing kind of person, there’s the aspect of God’s participation in the process that made her Presiding Bishop. God wanted this.

God and people wanted this and that means something. Something that makes me have hope. Hope for a clearer vision of what’s truly important. Hope for more love and grace among God’s people. Hope that all the ways we have obscured the face of God will be washed clean so that God’s radiance shines. Shines to us and through us and transforms us.

Goethe wrote: Nothing is worth more than this day. Well, it is indeed a new day, and I for one am rejoicing!

Sunday, June 18, 2006

A blog breech birth

My deepest gratitude to Bent Fabric for coercing me, I mean creating for me this new outlet of expression! (Beware brilliant friends on marguarita highs!)

I am flattered that said patron actually thinks I have things to say and am nervous that I will disappoint and the creator will rue the day this goofball, prone to channelling Edna Mode, was unleashed upon the unsuspecting blogsphere!

But as "Ee" says "I never look back, darling. It distracts from the now." So, I will "Go! Confront the problem! Fight! Win! And call me when you get back, darling. I enjoy our visits."

Yes, Edna...

Saturday, June 17, 2006

Welcome to Your New Blog

Now you don't have an excuse for not starting a blog because I have taken the liberty of starting one for you.

Now you can do a little dance.

Make a little love.

And pretty much get down tonight.

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