Just My Amanuensis

Chatter continues about the authorship of Archbishop Akinola's "agonizing journey" missive. (I already said my piece here.)

George Conger reports, "Bishop Minns told The Church of England Newspaper he served in a secretarial capacity as Archbishop Akinola’s amanuensis, and did not write the pastoral as claimed by the Church Times."

I feel a song comin' on.



Just My Amanuensis
(with apologies to The Temptations)

Each day through my window I watch her as she passes by.
I say to myself, "You're such a lucky guy."
To have a Church like her
is truly a dream come true.
Out of all of the bishops in the world
she belongs to you . . .

But it was just my amanuensis
running away with me.
It was just my amanuensis
running away with me . . .

Ooh-hoo-hoo-hooh
Soon we'll be in communion . . .
and raise a parish family.
In a cozy, little home out in the country
with two dioceses, maybe three.
I tell you, I can visualize it all.
This couldn't be a dream for too real it all seems.

But it was just my amanuensis – once again –
running away with me.
I tell you it was just my amanuensis
running away with me . . .

Every night, on my knees I pray,
"Dear Lord, hear my plea . . .
don't ever let another take her budget from me
or I will surely die . . ."
Ooh, her cash is heavenly;
when her property enfolds me,
I hear a tender hymnody . . .
but in reality, she doesn't even know me.

Just my amanuensis – once again –
running away with me.
Tell you it was just my amanuensis
running away with me.
I'll never get her, but I can't forget her.
Just my amanuensis . . .
–ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah –
running away with me.