This is the spiritual journey of me, Eccles, my big brother Bosco, and my Grate-Anti Moly. Eccles is saved, but we've got real problems with Bosco and Anti.
This is me, Eccles

This is me, Eccles
Friday, 7 March 2025
How to be the Supreme Governor of a Church
Every so often someone comes up to me and says, "Eccles, my mother has just died, and apparently I am now
Supreme Governor of the Church of England. Can you give me any advice?"
I am used to giving advice to major religious leaders - for example, see some of the "How to be a Good Pope" articles linked
here, which have made
Pope Francis the man he is today. So of course I am happy to oblige.
Well, the Church of England was founded by King Henry VIII, basically because he wasn't too pleased by the Catholic Church's
"Till death us do part" attitude to marriage. Henry loved marriage, but only four of his six marriages
were ended by death (two beheadings and two natural deaths, in fact, the last one being his own).
Now, if you wish to be SG of the C of E you need to model yourself on this saintly character, perhaps by taking as
your own wife the lady Camomile, whose
husband is still alive.
Now, why are the royal couple defending the faith by packing dates? Read on...
O.K., that's sorted. Now, you may want to make sure that you believe all the official C of E teaching, and share it
with your subjects. Luckily there isn't much: nobody (least of all the bishops)
can agree on same-sex marriage, women priests, divorce, the existence of
God, etc. etc. So we can skip that step.
Your current Prime Minister, although himself an atheist, is VERY FOND of Islam. He'd better be, or else
all the Muslims in the country will vote for someone else: probably Liberal Democrats but maybe some sort
of Allahu Akbar Party which may cut into your hopes of staying in office.
So how can you reflect this in your own activities?
A message from the Defender of the Faith.
Simple: Ramadan is approaching, a time of repentance and sacrifice in which we remember Mohammed's temptations in the wilderness. Devout Muslims fast all day (not even an Allahu Snackbar is allowed)
and then they fill up on yummy dates and sheeps' eyes with a big blow-out after dark.
So, just like Lent for Christians, wouldn't you say?
So forget Lent, just celebrate Ramadan. Attend an Iftar (Arab word for "binge") and
keep telling everyone how wonderful Islam is. We'll be coming soon to Eid (as in "Beware the Eids of March"),
which is the Islamic version of Holy Week when we remember the prophet's death upon the cross crescent.
And then the Resurrection - oh, he didn't manage that one, did he? Well, never mind.
Phew! There was time for more Christian activity, after all.
Your Majesty, you can thank me by making me Sir Eccles, Knight of the Garter.
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“Everybody's got to believe in something. I believe I'll have another beer.” ― W.C. Fields
ReplyDeleteYou might want to think twice about that Garter. You'd be mixing with some questionable characters.
ReplyDeleteHow did I miss this spiritually enriching post from last week? It's likely my own fault for forgetting the daily fasts and the evening festivities. Hmm. That may be the wrong word. Still, there's a moral lesson in all of this for those of us who will listen. I will finish my glass of wine and immediately begin fasting for the remaining 23 minutes of daylight here in my part of the world. And if I remember, I won't have any snackbars tomorrow. As usual, thanks, Eccles!
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