I'm barely home -- the dogs are at least home from doggie day care and the suitcases mercifully unpacked. There's coffee now, and half-and-half in the fridge so there's hope of getting some semblence of our life back now that General Convention is behind us. There's parish ministry to focus on and my son coming home on leave from the Army before heading to Kuwait to look forward to and there's the great joy of knowing that tomorrow morning I'll be at All Saints Church where whoever you are and wherever you are on the journey of faith you are welcome. Even if your "manner of life" causes concern to the communion. Even if you're jet-lagged, bone-weary and soul-sick. Even if you can't for the life of you figure out how ANYBODY could think that what we left Columbus with was "the best we could do."
I've hear of win-win situations.
And I've heard of win-lose and even lose-lose.
But this was a lose-lose-lose-lose.
Liberals/progressives/reappraisers (choose your label) lost because they could not support a resolution that singled out a percentage of the baptized to serve as bargaining chips in the game of global Anglican politics.
Conservative/neo-orthodox/reasserters (choose your label) lost because they could not support anything that fell short of "Windsor compliant language."
LGBT people lost because once again the church that passed resolutions re-affirming their full inclusion said in B033 that that "full inclusion" is conditional -- that sacramental apartheid still prevails and a percentage of the baptized can be excluded from a percentage of the sacraments.
The moderates/people in the pews/"disenfrancised middle" (choose your label) lost because their fondest hope of talking about something ELSE disappeared the minute the resolution offering language vague-to-the-point-of-sure-to-be-debated-for-the-next-three-years passed and we lost the chance to seize the hope Katharine Jefferts Schori called us to in her sermon that very morning.
Lose-lose-lose-lose was NOT the best we could do.