The Primates of the Anglican Communion, and what seems like most of the world press, have gathered in Dar es Salaam, Tanzania. The spin meisters—especially the conservatives at this stage (my informal, unscientific survey shows that "conservative" reports outnumber "moderate" and "liberal" ones by at least 2 to 1)—release “news reports” nearly hourly , and the blogosphere abounds with opinions. Meanwhile, here in the greater New York City metropolitan area our biggest concern today has been getting to and from work safely—if we left the house at all.
Do not misunderstand me, I am interested in what happens in Dar es Salaam, but all the pre-meeting spin and clamoring is just silly. The Anglican Communion will fall apart, or it will stay together. The Episcopal Church will continue living with tensions. Some folks will leave the denomination, as they have during past controversies. And eventually, we will all learn that the church is NOT the Primates.
In the meantime, my attention has been on icy roads and sidewalks and whether or not the heat in my apartment building is going to stay on tonight. AIDS orphans in Tanzania need food, clothing and exercise books so they can attend school. Darfur descends into genocide. Car bombs explode in Jordan, Baghdad, and places about which we never hear. Our climate is going haywire.
Quite frankly, the Primates have better things to do than argue over sexuality, the role of women in the church, and who is in charge. And I have better things to do than read every scrap of spin that comes out of Dar es Salaam over the next few days.
Peace,
Jeffri
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