Thursday, April 03, 2008
I'm leaving later on this afternoon for the 'long and winding road' to New Hampshire where I'm headed to join a gathering of the CTB (Claiming the Blessing) Steering Committee. We are making our final plans for our presence at Lambeth.
CTB is a coalition of Episcopalians who represent the various organizations which are concerned with justice the church: Integrity, The Episcopal Women's Caucus, The Union of Black Episcopalians, TransEpiscopal, Episcopal Church Publishing Company, Beyond Inclusion, etc. I will be there as President of the Episcopal Women's Caucus.
My GPS system (affectionately known as "Mrs. Garmin") tells me that it's approximately a 7 hour drive. That's a long time to be in the car, but I'm really looking forward to it. I uploaded a few more of my favorite CDs to my iPod last night, my iPhone is charged, and my Mac Note Book is packed along side my suitcase.
Whatever did we do before technology? Indeed, how did it happen that I've come to own all these technological gadgets? More than twenty years ago, when I took my General Ordination Exams, I hired a typist rather than buy one of those 'computers' that seemed to be all the rage.
Anyway, at that time, with six kids in tow, we couldn't afford a computer. When I got my first job, the salary was so low, we actually qualified for Food Stamps. We had lots of conversations back then about "alternative sources of protein."
Hiring a typist was less expensive and ever so much more personal and relational. I could talk with her - kick around my thoughts - get some feedback. You know. Like you can with other human beings.
A little more than twenty years later and I really wonder if my quality of life has improved for all of the technological advancement. Oh, I love the convenience (and safety) of having a cell phone, and I am still amazed at the easy, swift access I have to so much information. I don't have an 'Onstar' system in my car, but am often envious of those who do.
I have many friends around the country and the world who have become very dear to me, but whom I've never met. How strange is that?
While I'm away, I'm not going to miss even one sentence of any chapter of the ever-unfolding drama, "As the Anglican World Turns." I can just fire up my computer or my iPhone and I'm there, front row center, watching all the goings on in the orchestra pit.
Whenever I stop and think about that for more than one red hot nanosecond, I find my head shaking in disbelief.
I'm keenly aware that it's all very, very seductive.
Meanwhile, do check out the latest. Bishop Theuner has generously given Louie Crew permission to publish his letter to
the Archbishop of Canterbury. It's in the DO JUSTICE series at his home page
While you're there, see also Bishop Steven Charleston's article on the same subject, in the Episcopal Cafe, "The Empty Space in the Photograph."
You can find Louie's commentary "natter" on the whole thing here.
For a little diversion, you can also peek into the dueling going on about the situation in San Joaquin and the tempest in an Anglican Teapot over the depositions of Schofield and Cox that is ranging between the folks at Jake's Place and the Bullies on Viagra (I won't link there so you'll just have to figure out how to get there yourself.).
It's absolutely amazing to me that when Progressives say to these Bullies, "Okay, that will just about be enough of that abuse," the very first thing to come out of their poison pens is, "Ah, well. So much for inclusion!" It's always amazing to me how predictable they are. Then again, I've had a lot of experience dealing with abusers and the abused in situations of domestic violence.
And, make no mistake. This may be played out in ecclesiastical language and vestments and furnishings, but it there is domestic violence in the Household of God. While you're at Jake's, click on his link to the 'Chapman Memo'. It's all there. The whole, sad story.
Off I go, then. Pray for me and I'll pray for you. Pray for us to be given the strength and courage to do justice, love mercy and walk humbly with God.
Film, as they say, at eleven.