Gay Marriage.
I mean I'm not even gay, so why should I care? I'm married to a woman who you should know as Mrs. Frost. She's a lady (trust me I've checked) with three grown up children all of which belong to us. When I'm not vicaring, I'm Burnleying, or tellying or Patterdale Terrier walkinging. In my first full year of being a member of General Synod, representing clergy, my Synod inbox has only ever received one email, one flipping email form the Rev's that I represent in the Blackburn Diocese, I ask myself is this apathy, anarchy, or even representative of the dosh that's been spent on, train tickets, hotel fees, full English breakfasts and endless supplies of self serve tea bags with wooden sticks? Why should I bother if we affirm a gay relationship? I don't think my pension is reliant on it, I don't think it will ensure my humongous parish share is fulfilled and it certainly won't solve the issue of a leaky tap or a grieving widow. When I was in my ...