…that the Presbyterian Church (USA) officially tells God to go find another sandbox to play in. According to Minnesota Public Radio:
Presbyterian leaders in the Twin Cities face a historic vote Tuesday.
They’ll decide whether to remove a requirement that ministers and lay leaders be faithfully married heterosexuals or celibate singles. The move could open the ministry and leadership positions to gays and lesbians.
If Twin Cities church [sic–the writer means presbytery] leaders vote in favor of the change, it would be the final vote needed to ratify the change nationally.
More Light Presbyterians, one of the biggest proponents of the change in the Book of Order, is understandably thrilled:
The Rev. Michael Adee — the executive director of More Light Presbyterians, a group that’s been working since 1974 to make the church more inclusive — said dropping the fidelity in marriage, chastity in singleness requirement would return to the church’s original criteria for selecting its leaders: their faith and character.
“This helps the Presbyterian Church be a grown-up church,” Adee said. “That we trust people to work out their faith, their salvation and their intimate lives. And in a sense, the Presbyterian Church has the opportunity to trust God to be at work in calling people to ministry and for us to trust each other. And several pastors have said to me, we don’t like being the bedroom police.”
Yup, the PCUSA is now a grown-up church, and doesn’t need Father looking over its shoulder any more. It can now swagger into adulthood with the rest of our culture, and proudly proclaim to its heavenly Parent that it doesn’t need His supervision, His commandments, or His stuck-in-the-mud morality. It’s party time.
The PCUSA is going the way of the UCC and Episcopal Church before it (because their experiments in polymorphous perversity have worked out so well). Its 45 years of uninterrupted decline will now accelerate, and its leadership will no doubt wonder in the years to come why God isn’t blessing their journey into spiritual
All day long, I’ve had running through my head Neil Young’s lament for roadie Bruce Berry, who died of a drug overdose in 1972. Like PCUSA, Berry probably didn’t mean to kill himself either, but he was just as dead: