June 14, 2006
GC 04
Beloved:
Columbus, Ohio, seems like a clean town, what I’ve seen of it, anyway. It’s enough to make a city proud. GC 2006 being in town is enough to make a city smile what with all the money that’s getting spent.
There’s not much to report tonight, mostly because today was what I think is called pro forma sort of like Tiger Woods’s swing.
Rumors fly, of course, mostly about who’s going to be the next Presiding Bishop, not so much about who’s best qualified as about how the nominees voted in 2003 over in Minneapolis. Here’s a world in flames with all the sick and dying and roadside bombing and damn fool warring, and we’re still up to the whazoo over sex. We act as if we think Jesus can just wait like he has been for all these centuries. We forget that it was way back further that old Isaiah said “seek ye the Lord while he wills to be found” (Is 55.6; emphasis mine).
Nobody around here ever seems to entertain the idea that there may come a time when God and Jesus (whatever your theology, it’s theirs that matters) have had it with us and all our puffery. But then, it occurs to me that I’m being too hard on all these deputies and bishops. The least I can do is presume that they mean well and want to do good work.
At least, I can say that we’re a staying-in-touch people if we’re anything. There are almost as many lap tops as there are laps and some even for folk who couldn’t come up with much of a lap to top if they had to. The first obvious thing that struck me is how many cell phones there are, some that clip around like Ernestine so that you can walk along freehanded, talking into the thin air and not seeming all that present. I’m confident enough that we’re keeping in touch and skeptical enough to wonder if the Dark Side is not always better organized and ready to boogie.
Be well. Do good work. And keep in touch.