tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019954714374602353.post2564061861242533258..comments2024-03-28T09:17:03.940+00:00Comments on AncientBriton: Women's ministry: laughing all the way to the topAncientBritonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12357913998344777403noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019954714374602353.post-57785978329157999092018-03-19T08:46:41.267+00:002018-03-19T08:46:41.267+00:00Exactly.Exactly.Geraint ap Iorwerthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03759637601537682526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019954714374602353.post-60609932904238543042018-03-17T17:04:59.053+00:002018-03-17T17:04:59.053+00:00You've had it Whamab! There is obviously no pl...You've had it Whamab! There is obviously no place for orthodox and catholic Anglicans in Wales any more. The writing was on the wall when the Archdeacon of Llandaff said that people who are uncomfortable with the changes being made would have to "find accommodation as best they can." In other words "Get lost!" As far as I can tell from recent developments, the watchword of MAE and similar groups seems to be "Look at ME!" All you can look forward to under this regime is circle dancing, sparklers and tambourines... and of course the continuing pressure for SSM. A truly theological outlook has been absent from the C in W for some years and the deterioration unfortunately continues. Sorry to be so pessimistic but I can see no hope for a resurgence of true orthodoxy or catholicity under the present regime. We are facing a candy floss organisation which lacks any true sense of direction and which simply chases the prevailing secular mood. Miserere nobis!<br />NemesisAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019954714374602353.post-78403543232237759732018-03-17T10:53:54.733+00:002018-03-17T10:53:54.733+00:00MAE Cymru, CATAC, LGBTQIA+ chaplaincy - when can &...MAE Cymru, CATAC, LGBTQIA+ chaplaincy - when can 'orthodox' & 'catholic' Anglicans in Wales have some webspace on the CiW website to campaign for their beliefs? Whamabhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15182160966074081164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019954714374602353.post-26829413889831503182018-03-15T22:13:27.387+00:002018-03-15T22:13:27.387+00:00Well written Geraint. You've got it in one. So...Well written Geraint. You've got it in one. Social workers not priests is the new ideal. And political activists, predictably, boringly leftward looking.<br />RobAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019954714374602353.post-41167959666503692502018-03-15T14:53:42.135+00:002018-03-15T14:53:42.135+00:00Recently came across this by a John Michael Greer ...Recently came across this by a John Michael Greer - "I’m far from the only person to notice that something very strange has been happening to Christianity for quite a long time now. The liberal denominations that used to be the mainstream capitulated to atheism back in the 1950s - you’ll have to look long and hard to find ministers in any liberal church who actually, literally believe in the objective reality of the God whose weekly worship they’re paid to conduct - and now function mostly as charitable foundations and political-action committees with a sideline in rites of passage". The theology of the new liberated CinW to a 'T'. Geraint ap Iorwerthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03759637601537682526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019954714374602353.post-15408768566052146202018-03-15T02:17:19.992+00:002018-03-15T02:17:19.992+00:00Wonderful.
But it won't appear as one of Gerw...Wonderful. <br />But it won't appear as one of Gerwhine's hymns in this week's "Weakly Notes"!!!Laughing Gasnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019954714374602353.post-44006060333910176952018-03-14T19:34:41.473+00:002018-03-14T19:34:41.473+00:00Like it!Like it!Geraint ap Iorwerthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03759637601537682526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019954714374602353.post-74301956185369706762018-03-14T14:58:13.175+00:002018-03-14T14:58:13.175+00:00Church in Wales Pie (with apologies to Don McClean...Church in Wales Pie (with apologies to Don McClean)<br /><br />A long, long time ago,<br />I can still remember<br />How the bishops used to make me smile.<br />And I knew if I had my chance<br />That I could make those bishops dance<br />And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.<br /><br />But the theology made me shiver<br />With every paper they’d deliver.<br />Bad news on the doorstep;<br />I couldn’t take one more step.<br /><br />I can’t remember if I cried<br />When I read about Episcopal pride,<br />But something touched me deep inside<br />The day the Church in Wales died.<br /><br />So bye-bye, bitter Anglican pie.<br />Took my mitre to the River,<br />But the Taff, it was dry.<br />And the bishop of Monmouth was drinkin’ whiskey and rye<br />Singin’, "this’ll be the day that we die.<br />This’ll be the day that we die."<br /><br />Did you write the book of love,<br />And do you have faith in God above,<br />If the Bible tells you so?<br />Do you believe in unity,<br />Can bishops set your soul free,<br />And can you teach me how to lead real slow?<br /><br />Well, I know that you’re in love with him<br />making bishops' faces look quite grim.<br />From the closet you both leapt.<br />In their chambers bishops wept.<br /><br />I was a lonely Christian in the pew<br />With a prayer book and hymnal, both brand new<br />But those coming out were just too few<br />The day the Church in Wales died.<br /><br />I started singin',<br />bye-bye, bitter Anglican pie.<br />Took my mitre to the River,<br />But the Taff, it was dry.<br />And good old bishops drinkin’ whiskey and rye<br />Singin’, "this’ll be the day that we die.<br />This’ll be the day that we die."<br /><br />Now for a hundred years we’ve been on our own<br />And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,<br />But that’s not how it used to be.<br />When Barry spoke from the Primates' floor,<br />In a cope he borrowed from Thomas Moore<br />And a voice that left out you and me,<br /><br />Oh, and while Barry was looking down,<br />John stole his pointy crown.<br />The meeting was adjourned;<br />A harsh verdict was returned.<br />And while Jesus offered words of grace,<br />The bishops gathered in one place,<br />And they said "No!" to his face<br />The day the Church in Wales died.<br /><br />Helter skelter in the coming summer swelter.<br />Schismatics flew in from a TEC shelter,<br />Eight miles high and falling fast.<br />It landed foul on the grass.<br />The players tried for a forward pass,<br />With Barry on the sidelines in a cast.<br /><br />Now the spring-time air was sweet perfume<br />While the bishops played a marching tune.<br />We all got up to dance,<br />Oh, but we never got the chance!<br />`cause the laity tried to take the field;<br />The House of Bishops refused to yield.<br />Do you recall what was revealed<br />The day the Church in Wales died?<br /><br />We started singing,<br />bye-bye, bitter Anglican pie.<br />Took my mitre to the River,<br />But the Taff, it was dry.<br />And good old bishops drinkin’ whiskey and rye<br />Singin’, "this’ll be the day that we die.<br />This’ll be the day that we die."<br /><br />Oh, and there we were all in one place,<br />A whole Church lost in space<br />With no time left to start again.<br />So come on: Barry be nimble, Barry be quick!<br />Barry give John a swift kick<br />Cause schism is the devil’s only friend.<br /><br />Oh, and as I watched her on the stage<br />My hands were clenched in fists of rage.<br />No angel born in hell<br />Could break that satan’s spell.<br />And as their hands climbed high into the night<br />To celebrate their schismatic rite,<br />I saw satan laughing with delight<br />The day the Church in Wales died<br /><br />He was singing,<br />bye-bye, bitter Anglican pie.<br />Took my mitre to the River,<br />But the Taff, it was dry.<br />And good old bishops drinkin’ whiskey and rye<br />Singin’, "this’ll be the day that we die.<br />This’ll be the day that we die."<br /><br />I met a new Bishop who sang the blues<br />And I asked her for some happy news,<br />But she just smiled and turned away.<br />I went down to the sacred store<br />Where I’d heard the good news years before,<br />But the man there said the news wouldn’t play.<br /><br />And in the pews, the people screamed,<br />The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.<br />But not a word was spoken;<br />The church bells all were broken.<br />And the three men I admire most:<br />The father, son, and the holy ghost,<br />They caught the last train for the coast<br />The day the Church in Wales died.<br /><br /><br />PostieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019954714374602353.post-53855162184542221632018-03-14T14:13:10.588+00:002018-03-14T14:13:10.588+00:00J S B Monsell would be so disappointed A B. Where ...J S B Monsell would be so disappointed A B. Where is the beauty? Where is the Holiness? Non est Jubilate. So drab so mundane so self destructive. The Watchmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14171719226188625050noreply@blogger.com