Father Jake adapts Don McLean on the subject of this week’s Nigerian takeover of bits of the Episcopal Church:
Now for two hundred years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When Cantaur spoke from the Primates’ floor,
In a cope he borrowed from John Moore
And a voice that left out you and me,
Oh, and while Cantuar was looking down,
Nigeria stole his pointy crown.
The meeting was adjourned;
A harsh verdict was returned.
And while Katharine offered words of grace,
The bishops gathered in one place,
And they said “No!” to Cantuar’s face
The day the Communion died.
So why do I care about this internecine squabble? I guess any time a group of bigots stands up and insists that hating people is more important than accepting (or at least tolerating) them, the world gets a little nastier, a little colder. We should all regret that.