Episcopal Church Celebrates Abortion

On Sundays, Mom took us to the Episcopal Church. All my life until I left for college, pretty much every Sunday. It wasn't my favorite activity as a little kid, but as a teen, I came to appreciate the ceremony. Fr. Rogers was especially helpful to my spiritual growth early-on. I wasn't raised very educated in Bible or theology or doctrine, but I had a grounding of appreciation for Jesus that kept me coming back.

And that origin of the church, yeah, we just don't talk much about the beheading king guy — long ago, unfortunate start.

When I first went to Chicago to meet Milady's family, her cousin Tom the Monk asked me about my church upbringing. "Episcopal?" he said, with that big smile of his, "You guys are more High Church than we are these days!" Which, at the time, was true.

Being Episcopal was kind of like being neutral in the doctrinal wars; theologically, no one quite knew what they'd argue against.

I don't go to the Episcopal Church, for many years now. I've watched the changes. I don't much proudly proclaim my Episcopal upbringing anymore. Women pastors seemed to me a natural evolution. Why that opens the door to every deviant permission is beyond me. But so it has gone. There is a "conservative" branch in Tulsa that split off from the main church, built by some of the Moneyed, but many stay in their local congregation, despite objections to changes.

Let's see now, what was that Gospel, and what were we supposed to do with it? I dunno. We'll talk about that after the big chili feast for abortion!

St. James Episcopal Church will celebrate 42 years of abortion with Planned Parenthood of Kansas and Mid Missouri on January 22, 2015 for their Chili for Choice.

— EAGnews

Gruesome.