Gilt Trips?

A naive and foolish optimism had some of us hoping that by now the Board of Directors in Boston would have realized in spades that corner-cutting and indulging in a shameless deshabille where our Leader, her priceless Discovery, and moral issues are concerned is a low-profit, bottom-feeding enterprise. What may have once returned a grubby, but worthwhile, profit no doubt yields less in these hard and faithless times. But as one sows, he reaps.

An unverified report said the Board's primus inter pares was recently on a working vacation in Florida, possibly sport fishing for some trophy catches from well-stocked larders and IRAs in order to maintain financially the Board's indefensible silence and cushy sinecures. One wonders wistfully how different the financial situation in Boston might have been if Principle and the Church Manual had been cleaved to instead. The price for a deal with the devil is dear for the buyers and beggars our precious Church.

It certainly looks to those who have their hopeful faces pressed outside against the cold window that the goats who were so warmly welcomed into the fold with the sheep have shown their gratitude and love for Mary Baker Eddy more with their solipsistic caterwauling (apologies for the mixed metaphor) than their checkbooks. One must assume that for the Board of Directors, thumbing their noses insolently at the irony of it, that silence is indeed "gilt" and pays the kind of wages they crave. As the adage says, silence is golden.