The few readers that have noticed a certain silence here on Preludium this past week may have been puzzled, thankful, or otherwise relieved not to have too many mutterings splattered into the somewhat obscure world of Anglican and Episcopal land. No doubt there has been plenty to work with elsewhere - from the re-emergence of issues of polity and structure to the prophetic doomsayers for the CofE, TEC, and other points West, to the fracturing of the so called orthodox Anglicans, to the unbecoming situation in Zimbabwe, and on and on. Preludium has not, I would hazard, been missed.
Never fear dear friends who are left. The absence has been due to my taking a bit of time to have my eye poked out and lens replaced -cataract surgery. This is of course different from shooting your eye out, a common dread of those who don't want kids to own BB Guns. This was always the threat related to running with pencils. I didn't get a BB gun or even a box of pencils, but the poked it out anyway.
It all went well. I can see, more or less, without glasses for the first time in sixty five years (started when I was six). I still have problems with getting the brain to use one side or the other for distance and close up vision, and it tires easily. (That's a better excuse than merely getting old.)
Anyway, while stepping back from day to day entries in Preludium I've been saving up and am about to start a series "On Polity." It will either bore you to death, or be the start of a new sort of discussion. Stay tuned.
Meanwhile, I can see clearly now. Just like this:
My son, when told "I can see clearly now" texted back: "Thanks a lot. Now, how do I get that awful song out of my head?"