The Hopeful Episcopalian is delighted at this critical response to a blog post from June 22, 2009:
It appears you don’t understand the history, heirarchy (sic) and governing canons of the Church. Perhaps you should go elsewhere. Deliberation will never be out-of-date. Elitism is not present when each diocese elects its own delegates. Please – a little more research before you throw out the presiding Bishop, etc., with the bathwater.
No one is throwing the baby out. People are siphoning out the bathwater so the real baby-Christian faith- doesn’t drown.
Delegates to General Convention are typically the same people elected by a tiny in crowd. Voting is not an exercise in populism: the elite elect (and re-elect, and re-elect, and re-elect) the elite without term limits.
Local parishes can barely recognize their diocesan bishop unless there’s a mitre on his or her head on Confirmation Day. The majority have no idea what General Convention is or who attends. Most Americans can’t recognize their congressperson. You think they know who Katharine Jefferts-Schori is? Ask an Episcopalian to provide the surname for “Rowan” and you’ll hear silence or “Atkins”.
Of what use are governing canons if 20,000 people are leaving TEC each year? Who will be around to govern over? And have you asked the faithful church attendees if they are aware they are being governed?
The hierarchy, i.e. the leadership and the elite, is leading the institution in a direction that ensures TEC will be an oddity read about in history books.
Your post indicates that you don’t see church as a home for the faithful seeking God’s face in a spiritual community. To you, it is a museum where delegates and governing canons are priorities. You want people like me to go elsewhere. Not to worry – I have and we are! We want to worship, pray, and be part of a Eucharistic community.
And with a drain of 20,000 a year, who will fund General Convention? The costs are huge: travel, copying, hotel rooms, hospitality suites, salaries of coordinators, etc. Producing GC is an industry of its own at 815.
You and others like you can take refuge in your “rightness” when we ignorant faithful who haven’t done our research have gone elsewhere. I’ve witnessed that many times on a parish level. Those entrenched in certainty about history and the right way to “do church” –and frequently it was a skewed as Glen Beck’s interpretation of US History–were left with no children, no one with the gifts of hospitality, prayer, prophecy, joy, patience, kindness, or goodness. Ironically, even self control is absent.
But dad gummit – they sure knew how the governances worked and peppered their conversation with references to the PB! (When PB is used in conversation, most people think the person talking left out “and J”.)
The history of the presiding bishop as figurehead and self-proclaimed primate is astonishingly brief. Primate is as recent as Griswold. What was THAT about?
The presiding bishop was once a bishop with a geographical episcopacy who presided over House of Bishops meetings. Meeting over, everyone went home, and next year the bishop with the most seniority got to bang the gavel when Roberts Rules of Order went astray.
The luxury penthouse with terrace on 2nd Avenue and 44th Street, the international travel budget, the personal media machine of ENS were never part of that position until the latter part of the 20th century. Many of us yearn for the old days. This is an entitled baby with a silver spoon in its mouth. We’re willing to toss her out because we understand that church is local.
Speaking of local and the importance of deliberations: is your local parish familiar with the resolutions about the the military base on Okinawa, or the one about honoring the much-anticipated first Eucharist on the moon? The latter made it into the House of Bishops for a “yea” vote. I was there during the deliberations for the former – educated as other significant international issues were discussed. On returning to my parish, the biggest local deliberation was all about who was going to do coffee hour.
After the approval of Gene Robinson’s election in 2003, the September newsletters from all the local parishes in my area led with a letter from their rectors: Don’t panic! Nothing’s changing in your home parish! Everything will be exactly the same as always.
For me, the biggest wake-up call regarding the relevance of GC resolutions sounded during a discussion with a fourth-year EFM student who could not be swayed from her entrenched belief that death penalty ought to stand. She was educated, a big fan of the hierarchy, well-acquainted with the several resolutions about the death penalty, and still wanted state-sanctioned murder. “Forgive us our trespasses as we lethally inject those who sin against us.” – John Fugelsang
Here’s an idea: perhaps the church should be more concerned about changing hearts and nurturing faith.
There are some wonderful, hard-working delegates who have come to similar conclusions: the church is dead. Long live the church.