I have been trying to get in touch with friends who happen to work in the Episcopal diocese of South Carolina for days. When I finally tracked them down today it turns out they have been in non-stop meetings. I ask, “What’s with all the meetings?”
“Wait, you are having planning meetings?”
“Yeah, we have to figure out what to do.”
“Dude, we had no idea we weren’t going to be Episcopalians two weeks ago. Things were tense, but they always are between us and the rest of the church. We really thought we had things ironed out. Now we have to make a plan.”
Actually they did have a plan: A plan to remain in the church. What they did not have was a “plan b.” And that is what is so sad – that we cannot find a way to keep a group in our fold who has no plan to leave.