Friday, September 26, 2008

Thursday, September 25, 2008


I graduated from the University of the South in 1982. Sewanee was a great place to go to college. My high school had been quite large, so the small classes were a welcome change from the angst of urban teen education. In these days when we celebrate diversity, I think few will appreciate how wonderful it was to have come home to a place where I felt like there were others like me. I had never met people from my background before. There were other Episcopalians around. More to the point, there were other devout Episcopalians around.

Sewanee has an Honor Code (one should not lie, cheat or steal) that when I was there was all-encompassing and student enforced. At the end of my junior year (I think) I lost my wallet. It had my drivers license, some cash, library card, student id and all the other assorted paraphernalia that a young man of insufficient means keeps in his wallet. When I got home, I immediately applied for a replacement drivers license, informed the school that I'd need a new id and went on with life. Six weeks later a box arrived. My wallet had been found, turned in and the school had sent it on to me at my parent's home. Inside the wallet was everything that was supposed to be there. Including all the money. That's what Sewanee was (and hopefully still is).

That sort of environment has a powerful impact on a mind. Sewanee shaped the character of many people I know. I have always felt I could trust a fellow graduate of the college. The School of Theology was suspect, and rightly considered so because of the shoddy theology taught there as well as the older age of the students meant that their values, such as they were, were already fully formed.

I liked most of the students when I was there and still do. Some I didn't like at the time. But there was always a sense of community, a bond of shared values and of trust. I knew that even if someone I disliked told me something, it would be true. I knew that I could leave my door open and my possessions and my work were safe. My pillow might be replaced with shaving cream, but it would still be around.

Twenty six years have passed since I graduated. Some of my classmates have gone on to bigger and better things. Many are doctors and lawyers. Quite a few are priests. One is a bishop.

I usually can not impute bad motives to someone. But you see, I knew the Bishop of San Diego when he was in college. I knew his wife. I know what sort of college education he received and what he did with it. I know that he knows how to read, I know he understands logic. I know he is intelligent. At one time I thought he had integrity. At one time I thought I could trust him.

And then I read this.

And my heart is broken.

What good is having Integrity when you have lost your integrity to get it? What good does it do you to be bishop when you have maimed your soul to get there?

Bloggy Goodness

Anglican Beach Party (The only blog whose name I wish I had thought of first) is on a roll. First a kewl song and now a nifty MDG graphic.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

The Gauntlet Was Thrown

But remains on the floor. Clifford has been on a posting tear of late. As part of that he put up several videos that repay interest.

Unfortunately, I'm slammed at work, and so haven't been able to reply with the depth that I'd like.

But perhaps this video may put balm on the sting?

Monday, September 22, 2008

Her Own Private Idaho

An interesting tale of trespassing and free speech from the spud state.

Of course the whole reason for the post is the plaintiff's name.

For Mike from Liverpool, UK

For our British cousins, I can buy any of the weapons shown (assuming I have the cash). Oddly enough, there is next to no crime in my neighbourhood.

One of the many reasons I love my country.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Just Too Heartwarming

Jim's Dad served in Korea. Read the rest.

(H/T The Drawn Cutlass)

The Next Big Issue

will apparently be the communion of the unbaptized (COTU), or as it is more trenchantly termed "the communion of the damned (COTD)".

It's prohibited by the rubrics and by tradition but, of course, that hasn't stopped more progressive diocese such as my own (Atlanta) from allowing it.

How do I know it's the next big thing? Well, Episcopal Life Online very nicely signals what the next prophetic thing TEC is called to do by posing questions in its reader response column. My guess is that with COTD being widespread, but not universal, the church wants to make the change to the canons and the rubrics to conform the rules to the reality. And because we're hospitable or whatever.

Here are the money quotes:

You say half full, I say half empty

This article (H/T Instapundit) touts the advantages of the ever spreading use of cell phones. Not only are more people using the little devices, but they are using them to accomplish more and more tasks. That would seem to be a good thing.

Except my very first thought on reading the article was: "Jeez now they're going to be texting the 419 scam on my cell."

If that hasn't already happened, it will shortly.