Truly, the pissalopians have become a living Monty Python sketch.
It was kinda creepy in there. I was baptized, confirmed, and married in the Cathedral parish, so I know the place quite well.
As I walked back towards the sanctuary I passed the old Hall of Bishops and there was a huge cloth labyrinth on the floor -- and this grey-haired old moonbat sitting barefoot in the middle of it in the lotus position with his eyes closed and his thumbs and middle fingers together. I laughed out loud and had to turn it into a cough.
Look, you want to be a Buddhist or a Hindu mystic or a New Age Wiccan, go join a temple or a coven somewhere! Don't sit on the floor in the middle of an Episcopal cathedral pretending to be a saddhu!
In a way, though, that grey headed old guy sitting all by himself in a large empty room in a large empty cathedral, doing nothing, is sort of a metaphor for the condition of the church.
In the tract rack they had an issue of the weekly bulletin in which that toadying old timeserver of a dean purported to explain that it was 'not a schism' and not even a 'split', just 'certain individuals' who don't appreciate the traditions of the Episcopal Church who are 'afraid of growing with the gospel' and have 'vested interests' in sowing dissent, and who 'disagree with the election and consent and consecration of an honestly gay bishop in the Episcopal Church, and they are not finished talking about it.' . . . and remember, we're not like those awful Roman Catholics . . .
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