Gender theology
P. G. Wodehouse is now writing the scripts for gender havers.
Bingo the Non-binary Priest – it should be a whole series, shelved next to the Molesworth oeuvre.
My favorite part is the fact that our man Bingo thinks the Bible was written in contemporary English.
Worst thing to happen to CoE since John Wesley…
Funny how even though he’s “non-binary”, he’s going with “feminine coded” appearance with the combination of hair style, cosmetics, and colourful clothing. Not that I care what he wears and how he wears it, can’t Enbees figure out clothing and styling that says “neither” rather than “the other sex I’m not?” What about a nice, unisex Mao suit?
Ultimately though, aren’t we always being told “It’s what’s on the inside that counts?” Why the showy exterior? I wonder how Yahweh and Jesus are going to feel about his wearing the vestments of another religion? God gets notoriously tetchy about his followers whoring after pagan gods and such. I don’t think He’s going to like the worship of gender identities any more than He likes the worship of golden calves. Or, as Dylan said in his Christian phase you’ve “Gotta Serve Somebody.” With the apparently inescapable need to be “centered,” the proud owner of a Gender Identity seems most likely to serve themselves.
I don’t know what’s going on with the makeup but reverse Trump is not a good look.
From that tweet:
If he means “coming out” as gay, then fuck him. I came out and it was simply an acknowledgement — a clarification, if you will — one a long time in coming. I have no truck with this “spiritual experience” horseshit.
And I wish “they” would stop conflating homosexuality and trans.
There was a church that had enbee and Bingo was his name-o…
I would think that a Triune God — one that was the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost all in a single entity — would be perfectly comfortable with a follower who was both completely male and completely female. Although most Genderists proudly point to the fact that religious conservatives don’t believe in trans identities (evidence that they’re right!) the concept itself could easily have stepped out of even a conservative understanding of religion. God, after all, is male and He has no reproductive role, penis, or even a body.
Mental sex: you just kinda know what it is as long as you don’t think about it too hard. Like God.
As usual the implicit assumption is that there is indeed a sense (best left unspecified) in which every priest before this guy was “binary”. Once again, this can only be a claim about what’s going on inside other people’s heads, since there are no physical traits that make every other priest either “man” or “woman” without also making “Allison” here a “man”.
I have it on very good authority that the entire Holy Bible was written by White Jesus one long weekend when he was living easy in South Carolina.
Religious texts are a true rorschach test, they reveal what the interpreter wants them to reveal. I had read once that there are 30k versions of Christianity, each one claims that their version is the “true interpretation of the word of God.” When I was in an evangelical phase, we were taught that the bible was written in plain language and interpreted with the aid of espritu sanctu, so we didn’t need priests or The Chorch to interpret it for us (it was always a point of disdain that Catholics don’t actually read the Bible.) Of course, the Preachers still needed us to dig deep so they could do some interpreting for us, and they could shame us out of listening to Rock and Roll using a twisted interpretation of a verse here or there.
I don’t know what he means by using “maleness to femaleness” in Genesis letting him know that God was okay with him being NB. But I’m sure it means as much to him as it did to that famous scientist who saw three waterfalls and being reminded of the trinity to know that God is Real, as real as The Velveteen Rabbit became through love. All reality is filtered through perception, after all.
Ahem.
I’m not much of a ladies’ man, but on this particular morning it seemed to me that what I really wanted was some charming girl to buzz up to me and ask me to save her from assassins or something. So that it was a bit of an anti-climax when I merely ran into young Bingo Alison, looking perfectly foul in orange eyeshadow and matching silk scarf decorated with foxes. “My god, man!” I gargled. ” the make-up! The lady’s neckwear! Why? For what reason? ”
(Unfortunately, even Jeeves would not be able to come up with a good story to explain that get-up)