A Slightly Smaller Send-off

Love is patient, love is kind; love is not puffed up, and if love happens to be gay it ought to rejoice in knowing its place. In accordance with the conclusion of the Lambeth blah-blah a few weeks ago, the Church of England has forbidden a married gay priest to officiate at her godfather's funeral. The godfather was an old friend of the late Nobel peace laureate Desmond Tutu, and had recently demonstrated his own moral worth by not knowing who Piers Morgan was on live television. His wife accused the Church of homophobia: an obvious injustice to an institution which has strained so long and hard to face both ways at once; while the fact that his god-daughter happens to be Tutu's own daughter gives the Church's ruling an added zest which will doubtless prove pleasing to the nose of the Almighty.