Monday, February 02, 2009

Monday Night at the Cafe: How to call a meeting and get nothing done ...

Hmmm ... Or hmmm ... Fun to see Philip Aspinall back at his spinning post. Did the Primates actually elect him to talk either for them or to the press? Who did? Hmmm ... I guess this is what T.S. Eliot meant about measuring one's life out in coffee spoons. If Aspinall is correct, then this meeting is a complete waste of time. What an extravagant expense to accomplish nothing. Guess we'll see, especially since the hand-picked "communique writers" do not seem to be elected either. Colonialism is fun, isn't it? Back to you, Harold Hill. Or you, Mr. Eliot.

For I have known them all already, known them all:—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

-From The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

David Virtue writes from Alexandria that "We are now told that it will be 2015 before a Covenant would likely be voted on by The Episcopal Church." Which of course, in TEC-speak means never (are you listening remnant Communion Partners and their laity?). 2015 means never. N E V E R . And guess who's term of office expires that year?

Why, 2015 means
after Bishop Schori has flown the coup, er, coop. Got it?


Anonymous said...

Got it! (Must be the egg salad I had at supper. ;)

Anonymous said...

The old boys, power-mongering, elitist church is dead.

THOSE WHO MATTER are not and will not be fooled or deterred by the philandering and deceptions of the Western provinces.

The True Shepherds will continue undeterred with their steady and steadfast course, fulfilling the true and necessary work and mission of the Church of Jesus Christ, WHICH IS: repentance, redemtion (as shown by events in Vero Beach), restoring, reconciling, unifying, building a new and revived and Christ-exalting, Christ-revealing form of Anglicanism.

Anonymous said...

A covenant for the Anglican Communion looks to me very much like the horizon. Its out there and you can see it clearly, but no matter how fast you run, no matter how long you are willing to travel, you will never, never, never reach it.