It's a sad day for the Presbyterian Church.
It seems that Tara presided at a same-gender wedding - oh dear, what is this world coming to?
And it was likely that charges would be brought against her, because law-abidin' pastors ain't supposed to deal with such things. No sirree bob!
I'm sad today for Tara, and for our church.
But I'm not surprised.
Christianity is a war-torn world. From theology to territory, to the two World Wars fought primarily by Christians against Christians, Christianity is more like Syria today than anything else. The peace of Christ is mostly an illusion, a tool used to clobber one another - "my peace is better and bigger than your peace."
And so it goes.
Did the liberals expected the conservatives to go along with this.
But the conservatives are in no mood for cooperation or tolerance.
And who can blame them?
In their world, everything is going to hell in a handbasket, and they stand fore-square on the truth, as they see it, and they're willing to go into any back alley anywhere and fight for what they believe to be true.
I would rather we sit down and reason with one another, but our world-views are totally different. Old School, New School, Luther and the Bishops, whatever - sure wish it could be another way, but not this side of the Parousia.
I wish Tara well, and well she will do.
Though the memories of these days, the strident attacks on her character and faith, the language and the bitterness, will all linger for a long time to come.
She's wounded, as anyone would be.
And from such wounds, grace ... even as into such wounds grace is poured.
Blessings Tara.
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