Now Playing: Away On Biznez Part II
(Dis is Part II. Go Down to read Part I, den come back to heer, hokay?)
"The fact is," continued Maman, smoothing out the towels, more gently now, and laying them in three, neat, orderly piles on top ob our habbytats.
"The fact is that John Spong's A Call for a New Reformation should have been published, but it should have never been permitted to cause the stir that it did. It was not anything "new" or "original" - the arguments for and against Science as the antidote for Religion have been around forever. Denying the Divinity of Jesus Christ is defined as Heresy in Anglicanism, as is denying the validity of the Scriptures. His writing comes under the heading of Not Good in that it causes people to lose their Faith, and to feel that there is no point in following Jesus' brilliant summation of the Jewish Law and Prophetical Writings: "Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all our mind." and "Love your neighbour as yourself." (Matt. 22; 37 - 39)
"If you believe Spong, it does no good to be an observant Anglican, or to be an observant Roman Catholic, or to be an observant Jew or to be anything that is so blindingly of One colour – one must believe in a murky, ill-defined *Everything is All and All is Everything* kind of grey.
"Yet the Presiding Bishop of the Episcopalian Church in America has enthusiastically embraced John Spong – yes, physically wrapped her arms around and embraced the author of the flawed A call for a New Reformation! This man, who was consecrated as a bishop in the Anglican faith, whose sworn duty it was to be a shepherd to his flock and to lead them safely along their pathways to God (and he drew a salary to do this! One would think that he would have felt a moral obligation to refuse to accept such Judas-silver...), when he was, in fact, actively engaged in leading them off a philosophical cliff - but the new Presiding Bishop has embraced such a man, and with him, embraced his false teachings."
Maman leaned down to look directly at me as I munched on sum hay, and she sed, "So if I see before me a gathering darkness, George, is it not my duty to sound a little alarum bell? And if in so doing, I manage to make myself unpopular..."
She sat down, very carefully, onna floor nextest to me and I stepped close toda side obba habbytat, and put my paws togedder and got innu a loaf so I could listen to her.
"The fing," she said. "The fing is that I believe the Church is headed in the wrong direction. When I say 'The Church', I mean the Church where we go, the Anglican Church. I see bad fings when there is no definition between what is good and what is not good. Suddenly, in the words of C.S. Lewis, we become confused into thinking that "everything is good and everywhere is Heaven" when the real truth is that "good is everything and Heaven everywhere".
"So where can I go to Church if I no longer believe in my Church, George? Where do I go to put in my Pledge envelop when I know that the money is going to fund something in which I have no faith? How can I worship God in a place where I feel He is welcome in Name, only? And to whom do I look for leadership when the leaders challenge me to prove one of their own number is faithless?
"Spong writes in A Call for a New Reformation: '10. Prayer cannot be a request made to a theistic deity to act in human history in a particular way.' Well, isn't that encouraging to those who seek God's assistance in times of trouble? 'We're sorry but the number you have reached has been disconnected or is not assigned. Please check the number and dial again.' But you'll notice, George that Spong leaves us with no other solution. It's all just, 'You're on your own! Tough luck!'."
"His must be a very barren universe: just endless chaos or an endless void, leading to what? There is no consolation, no Rainbow Bridge, no point to being alive, nothing to be learned, nothing of intrinsic value - only darkness at the end of the grave. Yet thousands of years of human belief says that this one man tells lies! When for two thousand years we have believed in the Son of God who described how Death is but a doorway. And the look that I have seen in the eyes more bunnies than I can count concludes that Saint Paul was right and that These Three Remain - Faith, Hope and Love, and the greatest of these is Love'."
"Because, George," she said, leaning close to me. "How can it be otherwise? But I don't have the 'correct' alpha-bet soup after my name to challenge people like Spong. I can be nothing other than I am - a plain Anglican who reads the Book of Common Prayer and goes to Church and says the Daily Office to herself. So why did the man in Canterbury tell me to write what I considered to be a very superficial refutation of a heresy?
"Because nothing makes sense, George. The politics of the Episcopal Church in America don't make sense (and it is internal politics that elected the Presiding Bishop - it surely wasn't her scholarship, nor her experience, nor her leadership, so what is left?) unless one believes that there is a move on the part of the Americans to arrogantly assume that money equals power. And it doesn't make sense that I should be writing what I am, nor does it seem possible that I could miss someone as much as I miss your Dadda - my whole world seems so terribly dark when he isn't here!"
And Maman sighed, and rested her hed against Missy's and my habbytat. So I groomed a liddle bit ob her hair, but she's got sumfing onnit, sum stuff dat tastes funny, wike Froot, kind ob, so I grabbed hold ob summ'obb'it wif my lips and pulled it out. 'Parently her hair is a'tached to her hed preddy tight - ennyways, it didn't tasted right at all.
And Maman pulled herself up byda sides obba habbytat. Den she went toda 'Fridge and pulled outta package ob dose "Baby Peeled Organic Carrots" and gabe wun to Mouse, and wun to Beebe-Bunny!! and wun to MissyBun and wun to me!
And den, while she was petting me, she sed, "And you know whut else doesn't seem to make much sense, George? That I am having an intense theological discussion with a house-rabbit."
And I wooked up at her wif my mouf full ob "Baby Peeled Organic Carrot" and sed, "You nebber know, Maman. You just nebber know..."
--------------------------- By George