Supporters of women priests predicted that the church would be transformed, and pews would overflow. But opponents were distraught. "Swamped by modernism, liberalism and feminism, the Church of England is now nothing more than a rotting carcass," lamented the Rev Francis Bown.
In the following weeks, more than 400 priests left the Church. Many took shelter in Roman Catholicism, where they were joined by high-profile parishioners such as the MPs Ann Widdecombe and John Gummer. Others made use of an opt-out clause which let them exclude the women from their parishes. In a move that is now being challenged, the legislation also barred women from becoming bishops. These are still open wounds.
It's true that women have made an immense and invaluable contribution to Christian churchmanship in recent years, but this contribution has nothing whatsoever to do with ordination. It is a consequence of the Internet, which has brought readers together with part-time and non-professional writers -- many of whom write nonsense, but many of whom on the contrary are women of deep piety, insight, and wisdom, and whose thoughts had little chance for expression fifteen years ago.
But women's ordained ministry, even on its own terms, has been an undeniable flop. Putting aside the fact, enunciated by Catholic doctrine, that sacramental priesthood is void for women, one might still expect that the opportunities provided by non-sacramental ministries would have thrown up someone of substance -- or at least lasting influence -- over the past couple decades. Yet we find no Margaret Thatchers and no Hannah Arendts and no Jeanne Kirkpatricks among the clergy but, in their place, a inordinately high number of women who are just plain daft.
The flakiness of women ministers is a flakiness with a characteristic edge to it. It flirts with paganism and expresses itself with a facetious worldliness. I suspect this is partly due to the fact that the churches that ordain women are pro-abortion, which means the whole spiritual dimension of maternity must be amputated. The glint of the new-sharpened knife is never far from their feminism. And as if by compensation for this ideologically obedient cruelty, the same persons often display a quasi-pagan sentimentalism about nature. Katharine Jefferts Schori, we're told, dresses like a sunrise, and many other priestesses cultivate a rapturous "wind in the face" emotivism that takes the place orthodox Christian liturgy gives to the worship of God.
Strange bedfellow to this sub-Wiccan element is a strand of girlishness that's easier to illustrate than to describe. The website of the Young Women Clergy Project claims to be "powered by faith, verve, chocolate, and really great shoes." At the Beauty Tips for Ministers blog, a telling phenomenon in its own right, one finds discussions of clergy eyeliner, lingerie, and lip gloss. At ECUSA's site, we find suggestions for Thirty Ways to Celebrate Thirty Years of Women's Ordained Ministry that include the following:
- Decorate gingerbread cookies like women priests and serve at coffee hour.
You don't want to lick the frosting.
There are multiple levels of irony to this earnest goofiness. On the one hand, were we told it was all the invention of an embittered misogynist we'd be hard put to disprove it. On the other hand, it seems to have received no critique by those progressivists from whom we might have expected the wish to display a more decorous image of womanhood. The most plausible explanation for the flop and the flakiness is that the desire for ordination on the part of the women candidates and their supporters had little to do with service of the altar and a lot to do with vengeance and vandalism: getting even for past injuries by gaining access to the pulpit, and befouling the sanctuary to make it repellent to the orthodox. That's to say, the kind of women who made themselves ministers did so in order to give pain to those they believed deserved it. In this respect, and this respect only, they succeeded beyond hope or expectation. Is it any wonder they've grown bored with the whole religion thing?
Supporters of women priests predicted that the church would be transformed, and pews would overflow. But opponents were distraught. "Swamped by modernism, liberalism and feminism, the Church of England is now nothing more than a rotting carcass," lamented the Rev Francis Bown.
In the following weeks, more than 400 priests left the Church. Many took shelter in Roman Catholicism, where they were joined by high-profile parishioners such as the MPs Ann Widdecombe and John Gummer. Others made use of an opt-out clause which let them exclude the women from their parishes. In a move that is now being challenged, the legislation also barred women from becoming bishops. These are still open wounds.
It's true that women have made an immense and invaluable contribution to Christian churchmanship in recent years, but this contribution has nothing whatsoever to do with ordination. It is a consequence of the Internet, which has brought readers together with part-time and non-professional writers -- many of whom write nonsense, but many of whom on the contrary are women of deep piety, insight, and wisdom, and whose thoughts had little chance for expression fifteen years ago.
But women's ordained ministry, even on its own terms, has been an undeniable flop. Putting aside the fact, enunciated by Catholic doctrine, that sacramental priesthood is void for women, one might still expect that the opportunities provided by non-sacramental ministries would have thrown up someone of substance -- or at least lasting influence -- over the past couple decades. Yet we find no Margaret Thatchers and no Hannah Arendts and no Jeanne Kirkpatricks among the clergy but, in their place, a inordinately high number of women who are just plain daft.
The flakiness of women ministers is a flakiness with a characteristic edge to it. It flirts with paganism and expresses itself with a facetious worldliness. I suspect this is partly due to the fact that the churches that ordain women are pro-abortion, which means the whole spiritual dimension of maternity must be amputated. The glint of the new-sharpened knife is never far from their feminism. And as if by compensation for this ideologically obedient cruelty, the same persons often display a quasi-pagan sentimentalism about nature. Katharine Jefferts Schori, we're told, dresses like a sunrise, and many other priestesses cultivate a rapturous "wind in the face" emotivism that takes the place orthodox Christian liturgy gives to the worship of God.
Strange bedfellow to this sub-Wiccan element is a strand of girlishness that's easier to illustrate than to describe. The website of the Young Women Clergy Project claims to be "powered by faith, verve, chocolate, and really great shoes." At the Beauty Tips for Ministers blog, a telling phenomenon in its own right, one finds discussions of clergy eyeliner, lingerie, and lip gloss. At ECUSA's site, we find suggestions for Thirty Ways to Celebrate Thirty Years of Women's Ordained Ministry that include the following:
- Decorate gingerbread cookies like women priests and serve at coffee hour.
You don't want to lick the frosting.
There are multiple levels of irony to this earnest goofiness. On the one hand, were we told it was all the invention of an embittered misogynist we'd be hard put to disprove it. On the other hand, it seems to have received no critique by those progressivists from whom we might have expected the wish to display a more decorous image of womanhood. The most plausible explanation for the flop and the flakiness is that the desire for ordination on the part of the women candidates and their supporters had little to do with service of the altar and a lot to do with vengeance and vandalism: getting even for past injuries by gaining access to the pulpit, and befouling the sanctuary to make it repellent to the orthodox. That's to say, the kind of women who made themselves ministers did so in order to give pain to those they believed deserved it. In this respect, and this respect only, they succeeded beyond hope or expectation. Is it any wonder they've grown bored with the whole religion thing?
Palsied Cardiologists and their Continuing Struggle.
If women were Priests that would make Mary a lesbian theologically speaking.
I notice your keyword Episcopal.
If that is what the Episcopal Church wants to practice I have no comment.
I recall reading years ago, when the feminists pointed to the number of female doctors in the USSR, that they omitted to mention that as the number of females rose, the number of males in the profession dropped, until it was perceived as a female thing, and almost no males were interested. Seems to be what I'm seeing in my parish with the altar girls: for several months, summer into fall, I never saw one altar boy at the Mass I attend.
That gawd-awful series has not "done a lot" for you, dear. Quite the opposite.
It was simply one more nail in the coffin of organized religion in the UK, which has been in the vanguard of bringing religion into disrepute. Take a look at any British production in which there is a minister of religion. That minister will usually be Church of England and a well meaning but totally naive buffoon who's out of touch with the real world.
Has it resulted in more people returning to church? An increase in faith? I don't think so.
The good news is that pretty soon, these fakers dressed up in their costume jewelry will be alone in their empty churches. The sane will have left for sound doctrine elsewhere and their fellow non-believers will have entirely ceased the practice of religion.
What a wonderful "sign of acceptance"! People will watch this nonsense on a sit-com but couldn't imagine taking it seriously enough to get up for it on a Sunday morning.
Anglican ping
So is The Episcopal Church here in the States.
Funny how the article dodges around that unfulfilled claim.
Yes, I remember there was an Episcopal parish just down the road, and quite suddenly, they took down the sign and announced they were The Catholic Church of St Mary the Virgin.
Okay, maybe it wasn’t so sudden, but I was in college, away from home, and it seemed to me to happen overnight. Maybe some of today’s exiting parishes could take notes on how SMTV kept their property?
I can't say I've seen more than 10 minutes of this trashy series (rebroadcast at odd hours in the USA by PBS, of course) without hearing the prodigiously porcine, pushy-priestess character make some sort of off-color joke, provoking me to switch the channel. What a lovely example of a "woman of God!"
Last year I spoke to a Canon with the C-of-E (living here in America now) who told me he had once supported women's ordination, but now he has changed. The experience in the parishes in England is part of what has changed his mind.
Here's the best quote in the article...and why the sodomites have driven in through the same hole in the wall that the well-meaning (and subjectively "called") women broke open:
But it was never about pragmatism. It was about whether the Church had the authority to make that decision.
Priestettes for Christianettes...
So...how's that working out?
Dawn French is very funny, and I enjoy the Vicar of Dibley, but just because I watch it it does not mean that I agree with women's ordination. A priest should be an "alter Christus", and I do think that the sexes have complementary roles. I would really like to see a renaissance of good orthodox female religious orders.
Simple enough for me...even for a simple minded Baptist!
Happy Thanksgiving all. Be Safe
In Christ,
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