Bishing about Bishes

So my mother called this morning to inform me that the Standing Committee of the Diocese of Pa, (which shall be known as SCDioPa), has called for the resignation of their bishop, calling the lack of trust in his leadership 'paralyzing to the function of the diocese.' Damn, people!
I feel like Typhoid Mary--is this casting out of bishops contagious? DioSoVa, my own lovely jewel of political contention, just went through 7 years of this particular brand of fun and excitement. I went back to SoVa from DioPa thinking that it would be more stable. (And the Lord did grin. And the people did feast on breakfast cereals, and sloths and fruit bats, etc.)
I don't know the specifics of the situation in DioPa. I don't know what their bishop has done or left undone. But this is the kind of thing that makes those on the outside of the church marvel at our seeming hypocrisy. And it's the kind of thing that makes most of us on the inside wonder what in the world makes us stick around for so long. I'm getting ready to go back to my diocesan council for a weekend of debating more resolutions about sex, and whether or not we still believe in the foundational nature of Scripture. (This last one baffles me. Did some priest wake up this past year and say, "Wait. The Bible--really just a load of garbage, or a series of good life lessons? Let's vote, because I can't decide!")
After everything that has happened in this country in the past year, the tsunami, Katrina, Rita, the spying, the perversion of Christianity with Justice Sundays, the IRS going after All Saints in Pasadena, I would think that we would have more to talk about than another round of resolutions about sex. We have become a weird sort of ecclesiastical Linus, and homosexuality is our security blanket. If we cling close enough to it, we don't have to deal with the larger issues that might scare us more: authority, justice, power, and everything else that's behind this one issue. Instead, we just yell back and forth about sex, and the Bible, and we throw things. I don't know if we'll ever put down the blanket. In time, we will probably just switch to a new one, once this one becomes too ratty to hold onto any longer. Maybe we can argue vigorously over paint colors!