9/02/2008

Warning for the Impending Season

The Impending Season is not the Tropical Storm Season, that is already underway and we on the Mid-Atlantic Coast will have our turn soon it appears. And we all know the Storm Season in American politics and in the Anglican Communion is in full huff. The Impending Season is that of embarrassing gas, the product of too little real news, and too few newshounds with good analytical skill, mixed with equal amounts of paranoia, hand wringing and gasps of "ain't it awful," all stirred together with the saccharine taste of patriotism or true faith. The resulting bio-mass will be a wonder to smell.

Down here in little Lewes, the village by the bay and the big water, and very near the town where the amazingly reverend, and often profound, ecclesiastical personage lives, known as "that Kaeton woman" by Mad Priest, we have a newspaper - The Cape Gazette.

In the Tuesday edition was the following article, warning us all of the consequences of the gas coming from this impending season. Here it is.

You know, I always thought that. Embarrassing gas DOES cause social isolation. All I can do is echo the truth spoken by the cowardly lion in the Wizard of Oz..."Ain't it the truth! Ain't it the truth!"

So be warned the season of embarrassing gas is just cranking up. All will be affected, none will escape judgement. Even our dear Ruth Gledhill, returned from rest and relaxation (good article BTW HERE), and perchance even your humble servant at Preludium in blogland will not go untouched.

When it happens in your neighborhood pray for a fair wind that clears the lungs and the mind. Meanwhile things are going to start happening rather quickly in Anglican land. The fat is in the fire and rooms are being prepared in the Mansion that do not have a view (there are many rooms after all). After the mind farts clear and life goes on, there will be stars to see again in the night sky, and perhaps by Christmas we will be ready for the bright morning star arising.

It will not be from the South or the North, the East or the West. It will be directly over every observer with eyes to see. That's how it is with faith.

2 comments:

  1. the amazingly reverend, and often profound, ecclesiastical personage lives, known as "that Elizabeth woman" by Mad Priest

    Nah, Mark: her proper Mad-Priestian forms of address are "That Kaeton Woman" *or* TELP (for "The Evil Lesbian Priestess"). But some of us also call her "Our Lisbet".

    Whatever: the Rev'd. Elizabeth Kaeton is irreplaceable, and a true servant of God! ;-)

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  2. What a strange part of the vineyard. No wonder why you and I both love it so. (AKA: vxwekc, whatever that means, but Google insists on it.)

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