That's my summary. I've been keeping up with events on Pastor Tom's blog (see links), but many of the comments and criticisms there are disheartening, even though many of them are not from within our congregation. When I read the poem below on the "Wittingshire" blog today, it seemed very relevant.
His Savior's Words, Going to the Cross
Have, have ye no regard, all ye
Who pass this way, to pity me,
Who am a man of misery!
A man both bruised, and broke, and one
Who suffers not here for mine own,
But for my friends' transgression!
Ah! Sion's Daughters, do not fear
The Cross, the Cords, the Nails, the Spear,
The Myrrh, the Gall, the Vinegar:
For Christ, your loving Savior, hath
Drunk up the wine of God's fierce wrath;
Only, there's left a little froth,
Less for to taste, than for to show,
What bitter cups had been your due,
Had He not drank them up for you.
--Robert Herrick (1591-1674)