cynicalbastard

The Synod are debating women bishops. Now, I have no problem theologically with women being bishops. It’s absolutely clear that the first generation of Church leaders included women, recognised by Paul (yes, that evil-woman hater) and the other Fathers.

I’m not really happy with the notion of either flying bishops or a third province for the recusants. This seems to me to strike at the heart of apostolic succession. Not to mention the need to maintain the single communion within the Church.

So, I should be all in favour of enforcing women bishops sooner rather than later. Only, I’m not. And it really comes down to the women vicars I’ve met. While I’ve met many male vicars I don’t like or don’t respect, I’ve met many that I do. But of the women, they’re all (sweeping generalisation) of a type. Happy clappy or high-heretic and nothing in between. Of the former, increasingly in the majority of new seminary students, there’s something of the Dawn French about them (which is no surprise given the influence of that damn programme on images of xianity). Large, happy, bouncy, willing to engage in discourse about anything, ‘talk through’ any problem. But no backbone.

Maybe its just that I hate Dawn French.