There has been considerable foolishness in Anglican-land this past week, and some sadness.
Lots of people who think they are running things in Anglican-land are simply winding down, getting old, fiddling with their hearing aids, fighting off the odds about when (not if) they are going to resign, retire, or simply die. And the new crowd is picking up and taking on new things, and there are brave new words for a way of being religious that may be losing its reason for being.
The best things I have done this week in the effort to walk with Our Lord was to go to a funeral run by folks from the Church of God, go to an interfaith gathering on 9/11, and meet with a small group of clergy on such things as mission exploration trips and recasting the vocation to life long union.
I think it is time to move on down the line, time to rethink just what sort of religious order we are in as Episcopalians, get off the nonsense of thinking more highly of ourselves than we ought.
No more world church crap. No more dumbing down of other people's faith. No more dumbing down of our own. It is time for spirit filled words that do not compute in the greater expectation that religion is the answer.
The spirit sighs, it does not explicate.
And, here is the best answer for the moment: Leonard Cohen. He is the young old, borrowed blue, sad true, mad lover on the run. And he sings it right.