This is me, Eccles

This is me, Eccles
This is me, Eccles

Friday 31 December 2021

King Herod calls a Synod

Judea, about 2 BC.

King Herod is talking to his advisers about the possibility of murdering young children in Bethlehem.

Grech waffle

Herod: Thank you all for coming to my meeting. I hope for the maturation of a true synodal journey.

Youngest adviser: You what?

Herod: Let me explain. Traditional teaching says "Thou shalt do no murder", but I think we may agree that, in the light of accompaniment and discernment, we may re-interpret this as "Thou mayst do murder."

Marin de San Martin waffle

Muttering amongst the advisers, and then the senior one speaks out: "On the synodal journey the most important thing is the process, because it is already the result."

Herod: I couldn't have put it better myself. So, it's agreed then, we kill all the young kids in Bethlehem?

Hollerich waffle

Omnes: Yes, of course. After all, the High Priest has called us on the synodal journey, this is the journey that we must do together, and it is also the occasion for a new beginning.

Herod: Exactly. We can make up doctrine as we go along. Nobody ever called me rigid!
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  1. JabbaPapa3 January 2022 at 03:16

    A fine synody, gathering many synodary synodians to be synodists, for the synodatic and synodial synodicity of synodotically synodicating, having heard testimony from the synodsmen and synodites, on the synodality of this synod on synodality.

    Oh ! The Kerygma !!

    Though personally, when I feel like walking with others who wish to walk with others, I simply take up my staff, and remember that --

    Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote
    The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
    And bathed every veyne in swich licour
    Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
    Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth
    Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
    The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
    Hath in the Ram his half cours yronne,
    And smale foweles maken melodye,
    That slepen al the nyght with open ye
    (So priketh hem Nature in hir corages),
    Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
    And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes,
    To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes;

    ... and make my Way to Compostela, which actually is to walk together, and not just sit about in some synodal group to waffle on about wanting to.

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