(OK I acknowledge that as an ignorant and blasphemous peasant my right to comment on matters ecclesiastical is a touch limited, to say the very least. But hey: my blog, baby. Now read on.)
I am bouncing around with delight - but not surprise - because I learned today that someone whom I rate extremely highly has just been appointed a Bishop (or, technically, a Bishop-elect pending consecration in January). This is very, very, very cool. An endorsement from me is probably roughly equivalent to priestly-career-disaster but, really, she's brilliant and it was a deeply satisfying moment to hear it from my friend Alex S, whom I must also thank for inspiring me towards the "mitre" gag.
I actually heard this lovely news on Monday but couldn't post it till today because I wasn't sure, having foolishly not checked with Alex, whether it was absolutely 100% official and OK to comment on in "public" (ha!). But it is. And I say yay, and woo, and all manner of hurrah, and well done Jana.
Onwards and (most certainly) upwards!!
6 comments:
Dear Mr. S. T. Rawberryyoghurt
May I just say that these are the most appalling bishop puns ever promulgated.
Yours
Disgusted of Enfield
Ah, brother in puns and weird bishop gags! I cry "Ay" and "Amen!" she is good and we are very pleased and how else on earth or in heaven could we have explained the football on the roof!
Thank you. Yes, they really are quite horrendous, aren't they? I feel a sort of terrible warm glow of accomplishment even as I wince. That's the odd thing about puns ...
Yeah, the Football on the Roof - hang on - excellent title - could there be a stage show in it??! :)
And a show such as "Football on the Roof" might well have a song like "If I were a rich man - oh, sorry, I am one" sung by David Beckham, say
... and presumably someone would have to sing Matchmaker at some point ...
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