Don’t say I didn’t warn ya
Back in June, 2009, about three years into that first run of “America’s Got Primate!” and in the sixth year of phenomenal Episcopal Church growth started by the consecration of a bishop for
New Hampshire LGBT&c events in cool places all over the world, a lame fly-over country blogger knelt in that roiling cloud of glory and tapped out a message,
Louie Crew is a gay activist who has, for some years, called many of the shots in The Episcopal Church (TEC).
Crew was on the “Executive Council”, a group mandated to carry out programs established every three years by the General Convention of the denomination.
But with Crew in the driver’s seat, the Council went beyond that mandate in egregious ways, without public discussion:
- Declaring the denomination a formal supporter of a radical pro-abortion group, which then put “The Episcopal Church” on its publications
- Making large decisions to cut and redirect various denominational budget items, mainly to fund litigation against clergy and congregations who dissented from the direction of the church.
Ah, but now there is an anonymous subcommittee of some sort discussing how to navigate the chaos inflicted on the denomination by the LGBT activists. And guess what? Louie is suddenly passionate about open government in the church.
Read Frankenstein, Louie. The monster ultimately turns on its maker.
See, the activists wanted a church run by a central “hierarchy.” They wanted executive orders from unaccountable individuals or inner circles so the old way of winning consensus across dioceses and even congregations wouldn’t slow down the most important work of the church, loadin’ up on gay clergy and sprinkling liturgy on their love lives.
The activists wanted TEC to go more Roman than the old school Romans when it came to bureaucratic power. They wanted people who didn’t buy the agenda punished. They wanted property seizures and litigation and hiearchy-friendly dioceses created out of thin air by executive fiat.
And they got it all.
‘cept remember what the lame blogger said, “the monster ultimately turns on its maker.”
The hierarchy, as we’ve been reporting, just grabbed up a big fundraising mechanism and its existing accounts. The 125 year old effort of The Episcopal Church Women to support real live church work via the United Thank Offering is now in the pocket of the Primate of the Americas’ Privy Councilor of the Exchequer or Whatever.
See, the Gay Stuff is all done. We gots the clergy and the rituals. And as Mr. Stand Firm showed during the NCAA basketball tournament, when Gay Stuff went as far as it could in the brackets, a bigger champion emerged. The hierarchy.
Now, I don’t know the United Thank Offering officers who resigned to protest this grab-up of program and assets. My guess is that they are typical Episcopalians, thinking of themselves as exemplars in a church of thinking people who are tolerant and inclusive and all that. I mean, they didn’t resign over the Gay Stuff, or bishops who spit on the Bible and the Creeds, or the multimillion dollar litigation diversion of the peoples’ offerings, or the well documented evidence that the current leadership trajectories were congregational conflict and membership losses. They were OK with the monster. And like the lame blogger said, “the monster ultimately turns on its maker.”
Things are so bad that one of the denomination’s leading lesbians is writing things critical of the hierarchs, albeit she some how exempts the First Female Presiding Bishop of the Hemisphere & Great Oceans and sees the whole mess as just another example of the #WarOnWomen.
There are days, and this is one, where the lame blogger in fly-over country enjoys his marginal status in the denomination. Days when he can just pop a cold one and smile about those who said, “All that stuff we taught you about what it means to be a Christian and a priest in the Episcopal Church? We were just kidding. Everything you think you know and all you’ve ever done for this church are out with last week’s kitty litter.”
Days where he can watch the monsters clank and growl and cannibalize one another.
He warned you about that a few years ago; so did plenty of your other brothers and sisters in Christ. Too bad you sacrificed your ears to build the monster.
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