Rowan Williams does not speak for me.
Rowan Williams does not speak to me.
Rowan Williams does not speak about me.
I am proud of The Episcopal Church.
I feel toward the Anglican Communion rather like Nathaniel opining on Nazareth. He was wrong, of course. I hope I am wrong too.
But this is how I feel right now.
I want to feel encouraged by those seeking to build a better future through the Communion.
But what I hear in the background are the jackboots.
And those are not my darkest thoughts.
The good news, for those who may worry about me right now, is that rather than depression I choose to be angry. For me, one who stuffed his anger down for almost six decades, that is a healthy state.
--the BB
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
The following is an expression of emotional state, not a formal declaration or decision
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Very healthy. And if you see today's Lambeth Witness (the daily publication from Integrity) and Jim Naughton's good report on the sessions on domestic violence, you will see confirmation of this.
I've posted some music for you. Emphatically non-Lambeth. Just some beauty, and it's from EspaƱa. :-)
P.S. The word verification thingie says "horsevyt."
LOL. There has been a lot of horsevyt - so much that one cannot help believing there is a pony in there somewhere.
Lovely music, Jane. Thanks!
Yup, me too.
We need hope. I commented on it on my new blog. (I accidentally deleted the old one - momsaidnobodycares.)
You hit 'em high, I'll hit 'em low.
It's so nice to have Pseudopiskie back.
Johnieb, sounds like a good plan to me.
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