Cold, And From A Distance

The Pope is finally getting his payback on Henry VIII.

It took a while, but after all, the Church of Rome has a long track record, a long memory, and they can take their time!

In effect, His Holiness is saying(translated to my dialect, of course):

Have ya'll had enuff of these pantywaist Anglican types, ordainin' homosexuals, saying it's ok for Sharia law to establish in England and elsewhere, followin' the latest left-edge political party line, and beatin' yoh' ass to a pulp if you dare object? Then come on over heah', brother! You can keep yoh' traditional Anglican sensibilities, and we won't insult either yoh' intelligence or yoh' morals. Henry was a bad deal for us all, but no hard feelings. Let bygones be bygones. Say goodbye, they be gone!

Were I Anglican, I'd be saying 'Whooo-Weee, where dooo I sign up?'

Actually, I was an Anglican in part of my mis-spent youth, and love the liturgy of Cranmer. It never has been bettered. But I couldn't stay, with the bishops instructing the priests to read endorsements of Walter Mondale from the pulpit, the active embrace of homosexuality(no double-entendre intended), and worst of all, the systematic disowning of the Christian faith while maintaining the ritual thereof.

The intellectual and spiritual dissonance became too loud to ignore, and with much chagrin, I headed out the door, eventually finding a home with Calvin and company, in a Presbyterian parish. I love it dearly, and am grateful to be there. But, it was a long and painful trip, one I personally would have preferred not to have made.

I'm not Catholic, don't think I can ever be one.

But I do, in this instance, really and truly wish the Pope well.

There is an old proverb(Sicilian, I think): Revenge is a dish best served cold, and from a distance.