No Takers

Matthew's child was the only attendee under 30.

In preparation for next month's 165th Diocesan Convention, representatives of 17 Episcopal churches (aka the Peninsula Deanery) met to review resolutions and meet candidates for various offices. If you want to click away, I wouldn't blame you at all, dear reader, because I agree: it was a lousy way to spend a beautiful Saturday morning.

The proposed resolutions were the usual blah blah blah: climate change, same-sex marriage, anti-Israel, and divestment of companies that run afoul of policies indistinguishable from the far left-wing of the Democratic Party. There was not one mention of saving souls or helping fellow human beings with basic needs, but hey, Christ would have wanted us to oppose West Bank settlements and minimize our carbon footprints.

Why do I continue to volunteer for these meetings? 1) to relieve my fellow parishioners of this burden---wouldn't want to give more people reason to leave the church; 2) I actually like the aging clergy and lay leaders, most of whom have a good heart; 3) the food is pretty good.

If anyone else wanted to be a delegate, I would happily relinquish the privilege; unfortunately, there never are any takers.