In 1854 Bishop Mynster of the Church of Denmark died, and the man who would be his successor, the distinguished theologian Martensen, eulogized him as a “genuine witness to the truth.” This enraged Søren Kierkegaard who began a scandalous series of articles protesting that Bp. Mynster was nothing of the kind:

I cannot keep silent longer, the protest must come, all the more serious for its tardiness, the protest against representing from the pulpit, that is, before God, Bishop Mynster as a witness to the truth; for that is false, and proclaimed in this way it is a falsehood which cries to heaven.

Edmond Browning, the retired Presiding Bishop of the Episcopal Church is now, likewise, dead. Fr. Robert Delgado, my pastor at the end of my Episcopalian days, once collared Bp. Browning in the hall at General Convention and told him that if he didn’t repent from his wickedness in welcoming homosexuality into the church, he would surely go to hell.  Roger White, the Episcopal Bishop of Milwaukee, ordered Fr. Delgado to apologize.

I listened to Bp. Browning preach once.  He was phenomenally clever, a master of guile and dissimulation.  This is a characteristic one finds in just about all liberal church leaders.  As long as it is necessary for them to deceive the simple (contributors) into making them think they are Christians, they use Christian language, but one knows by their actions that they are nothing of the sort.  Their preachments are designed to be heard on two levels, the level at which the useful idiots who want to can still believe their leaders are not only Christian, but wonderful men as well, and that at which the cognoscenti know what they are really saying.  It is maddening to listen to, for you know that they know that you know what they are up to, but they mock the knowledgeable orthodox by addressing the sheep in their presence–the stupid, stupid, sheep, who go bleating happily to high tea with the wolf who looks and sounds like what they think a bishop ought to look and sound like–the central casting bishop who, unlike the sour, angry, uninclusive, orthodox, is obviously a nice, warm, loving man, with arms open to everyone and who is anxious to let a thousand blossoms bloom.

No Christian could wish Edmond Browning ill in this world or the next, and nothing would please them more than meeting him in glory clothed and in his right mind. But the Lord’s question re-forms in consideration the lives of Robert Delgado and Edmund Browning. Who upon leaving the temple went down to his house justified?