George Carey, an evangelical, was tolerated and manipulable; Rowan Williams was loved and adored because his Hegelian worldview coincided with theirs and because he refused to be definitive about anything of substance. The reigning archbishop, Justin Welby offers up a weak version of evangelical conviction posing no threat to their imperial decisions.

So here in Salt Lake City, the home of Mormonism -- a made in America Jesus religion, with all the appurtenances of outward material success complete with clean cut men and women -- The Episcopal Church this week paraded its modernist, "We can out do the culture and stay ahead of other mainline churches" by passing resolutions dumping on traditional marriage and brokering in same-sex marriage that would have had a Cranmer, Hooker, Newman, Luther, or Calvin weeping tears, likely threatening them with hellfire were they to rise from the dead.

But this is the 21st century and hell is out, heaven is in, well sort of, with heaven on earth as the ultimate goal -- if we can just clean up the environment, provide full employment, do away with poverty, give women equal rights to everything a man can do, provide open ended abortion for women, open our borders to everyone who wants to come, provide free medical care, save the whales and end racism...to name just a few things Episcopalians believe will usher in the kingdom. It is euphemistically called the Five Marks of Mission, but one won't find any stripes down the backs of privileged white bishops who will end their days with fat pensions and endless honorifics thus conferring on them a god like status, at least in this life. The Color Purple is not just a movie.

And so it came to pass that 129 righteous Episcopal bishops rose up and, in anguished terms, paraded their heart felt emotions, fears and tears upon 5,000 Episcopalians and Queer America believing it would result in LGBTQ persons rushing through the red doors of dying parishes, a latte in hand, to worship newly designed phallic images of a god not unlike themselves.

It is incomprehensible to think that a handful of men and women really believe they can change God's mind for Him about sex, as if the Lord of the universe had suddenly decided to take a poll from a handful of thinly theologically educated American Episcopal bishops on what He created several thousand years ago, and then declare that He needed new and fresh input on sex for a small percentage of people whose disordered sexuality now required legitimization and then paraded around as normal.

It is hard to get the mind around the sort of high minded arrogance that believes man to man copulation and woman to woman (whatever they do in bed) sex, suddenly qualifies as marriage when it is clear from any ordinary observation that one requires quite different organs to complete the act that promises new progeny to keep civilization going.

But the Episcopal Church thinks otherwise; so it came to pass that traditional views of marriage were duly trampled on in the name of a higher inclusivity and a deeper diversity with God having really changed His mind and allowed the unthinkable after 2,000 years of clearly uninspired mating.

It is deeply ironic that once primitive nations with people of aboriginal, Native American, and African origin changed their minds once they were presented with a Biblical worldview, but are now being told they got it wrong and it is time they reverted back to their original dystopian world and must now accept the inevitability of multiple sexual options that will include, in time, polygamy. For who can stop the tide of Western acceptance of pansexuality for just LGBTQI and not proceed down the inevitable pathway of multiple wives, which Joseph Smith initially endorsed, the Mormon Church then rejected, and now through the fiat of SCOTUS has the power to pull the Mormon fringe back into the mainstream.

One wonders if white, aggrieved feminista having liberated themselves from the control of men will not be outraged at the possibility that they will once again be the chattels of a single man's lusts for three, four, five or six wives, this time making endless sex possible with the pharmaceutical industry providing the much needed sexual lift for men.

But the Episcopal Church must be in the avant-garde, pushing the boundaries of what is accepted as the new norm or status quo in the cultural realm and advising god -- who might by next General Convention officially be a She (declared so by a sub-committee and then a resolution) capable of doing a "new thing" if only She will listen to them.

In the beginning was the word and the word was made flesh; in the Episcopal Church the flesh has now been made word.

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