Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
By now I imagine all three or four of you have read the news that the Anglican Communion this week put the Episcopal Church on a three year suspension over the issue of ghey marriage, with the instructions to get back in line or risk being chucked permanently. ECUSA immediately responded by playing the defiant victim card. Frankly, ol’ Robbo was astonished. For years the attitude of ECUSA was that Canterbury would never take punitive steps in response to its creeping progressivism because it basically bankrolls the Communion. I guess the African and South American Bishops, who have become the real theological leaders, finally have had enough.
It’s possible that one side or the other will blink eventually, but this sure looks like the beginning of a final and permanent schism to me. If that happens, I suspect that most if not all of the remaining traditionalists within ECUSA will bail – going to the North American Anglicans, some other Protestant denomination and maybe Rome herself. The rump, finally free of all adult supervision, will then crumble further into fringe Unitarian obscurity.
This news aggravates a long-standing sore in ol’ Robbo’s conscience, since, as regular friends of the decanter know, when I swam the Tiber myself eight years ago, I left my family on the other, Palie, shore. Mrs. R has no interest whatsoever in following me, and the gels are all caught in teenaged limbo – too old to remold but not quite old enough to make up their own minds (at least while still under Mrs. R’s roof). I pray for their conversions (and those of the rest of my family) daily and try to set an example and drop gentle hints, but so far, no joy. I’m not sure what else, if anything, I can do, but I still worry that I haven’t exerted myself enough to get them off the Titanic before it finally goes down.
Perhaps this sudden new in-gushing of ice water will motivate them to take stock anew.