For BabyBlue and all the others, not bishops, going to Lambeth

BabyBlue has decided to go to Lambeth to see and hear just what is going on. Good for her. I disagree very much with a good bit of what she has to say, but then that is fair. She disagrees with a lot of what I have to say. In very different ways, however, we believe the great divide is not so great, or at least not for people of long ranging, or even good will.

We shall see.

So here is a return favor for BB. She is always putting on a You Tube offering. Here is one for her and all the others going as extras listening in on what actually goes on at Lambeth.

Here are the lyrics:

Well, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest
They were the best of friends
So when Frankie Lee needed more money one day
Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tens
And placed them on a footstool
Just above the plotted plain
Sayin', "Take your pick, Frankie Boy
My loss will be your gain".

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right down
And put his fingers to his chin
But with the cold eyes of Judas on him
His head began to spin
"Would ya please not stare at me like that", he said
"It's just my foolish pride
But sometimes a man must be alone
And this is no place to hide".

Well, Judas he just winked and said
"All right, I'll leave you here
But you'd better hurry up and choose
Which of those bills you want
Before they all disappear"
"I'm gonna start my pickin' right now
Just tell me where you''ll be".

Judas pointed down the road
And said, "Eternity"
"Eternity ?" said Frankie Lee
With a voice as cold as ice
"That's right", said Judas Priest, "Eternity
Though you might call it Paradise"
"I don't call it anything"
Said Frankie Lee with a smile
"All right", said Judas Priest
"I'll see you after a while".

Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back down
Feelin' low and mean
When just then a passing stranger
Burst upon the scene
Saying, "Are you Frankie Lee, the gambler
Whose father is deceased ?
Well, if you are
There's a fellow callin' you down the road
And they say his name is Priest".
"Oh yes, he is my friend"
Said Frankie Lee in fright
"I do recall him very well
In fact, he just left my sight"
Yes, that's the one", said the stranger
As quit as a mouse.
"Well, my message is, he's down the road
Stranded in a house".

Well, Frankie Lee he panicked
He dropped ev'rythimg and ran
Until he came up to the spot
Where Judas Priest did stand
"What kind of a house is this", he said
"Where I have come to roam ?"
"It's not a house", said Judas Priest
"It's not a house, it's a home".

Well, Frankie Lee he trembled
He soon lost all control
Over ev'rything which he had made
While the mission bells did toll
He just stood there starring
At that big house as bright as any sun
With four and twenty windows
And a woman's face in ev'ry one.

Well, up the stairs ran Frankie Lee
With a soulful bounding leap
And foaming at the mouth
He began to make his midnight creep
For sixteen nights and days he raved
But on the seventeenth he burst
Into the arms of Judas Priest
Which is where he died of thirst.

No one tried to say a thing
When they carried him out in jest
Except of course, the little neighbor boy
Who carried him to rest
And he just walked along alone
Whit his guilt so well concealed
And muttered underneath his breath
"Nothing is revealed".
Well, the moral of the story
The moral of the song
Is simply that one should never be
Where ones does not belong
So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin'
Help him with his load
And don't go mistaking Paradise
For that home across the road.

Dear friends going to Lambeth, or GAFCON, or anywhere else, "don't go mistaking Paradise for that home across the road." And be where you belong.


  1. Mark,

    I do find what is going on at GAFCON to be political. Your reflection for BB is poignent. If you don't mind me sharing, this is from a reflection of mine a couple of weeks ago:

    "The KINGDOM which Jesus came to point out to this world cannot be bought, isn't paid for, can't be earned. Some believe it was sold for a bag of coins. But it wasn't--that was just a high priest of this world buying a sacrificial lamb for the powers that be. That sure didn't work well for him. And mostly, the KINGDOM, it ain't political.

    It ain't political because politics is about different people getting along together, forming systems and customs and laws. The KINGDOM ain't political because Jesus already drew lines in the sand to take the power away from the powerful stone throwers and let a powerless adultress come home. Because he and the adultress were not "other" --needing political strategies to live together; he and the adultress were and are one. In the KINGDOM, there is no "other."

    We get a glimpse of the KINGDOM when we can look in the face of our enemy and no longer see an enemy, but someone to love. Only love.

    Love has no politics."

    blessings, --margaret

  2. Oh fine, Mark+!

    Shortly after I call you out on BB's blog for your scoffing, you post this! Why do you have to make things so complicated?! ;-)


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