OK, so I am cool and tough, a regular Nick Danger kind of guy (but without all the hair and the pistol), seeking out the far reaches of Anglican Land and finding there much flailing about by the righteous and much too much compromise by too many people of good, but not well thought out, will. It is an obscured world, where there are so many words you can barely find the light of Christ, much less the purpose and function of the Anglican Communion. It is discouraging at times and I sometimes wonder if the effort is worth it.
So it is a gift to take refuge in bragging rights: Matthew (son) and Kellee (daughter by marriage to M.) produced a wonderful daughter, Lily Anne Harris, and they left Lily with Kathryn and me for three days. So I got a chance to be proud grandfather (she calls me Mark). Among other things, I got to spend some time with Lily doing watercolors together. Two and a half year old children have a lot to teach us. Ema, our daughter, who is an artist and teacher, was delighted when I told her that Ema's favorite color is yellow. Yellow, says Ema, is the color of the future. So Lily brings the future. Good. The present could use some decent future.
So here it is - more important than the latest communique from anybody, bragging rights for Mark, Lily Anne Harris painting.
Thanks for time away from the messy Anglican scene.