I hope when I die I am mourned more by the poor than by the rich.
I hope my coffin is carried by friends and not by soldiers.
I hope the clocks keep chiming for the world only spins forwards.
I hope that money is not wasted on my obsequies which could be better spent on doing good.
I hope that an Easter mass is celebrated not state-sanctioned pomp and pride.
No, Kimberley – he ISN’T a Primate. He is merely first among equals and has no powers as a primate or metropolitan.
So what would you use as the collective noun for Archbishops, Presiding Bishops, Primi (Primuses??), etc?
I have always heard ‘primates’ as a simple short hand and have not assumed that it tells us anything about the form of governance in any particular province.
Ah! But it does! +Idris is Primus (inter pares), but he’s no more a Primate than you or I. This is a delightful distinguishing feature of our Scottish Church. During the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries there were various suggestions and attempts to restore some kind of Metropolitan Bishop, but they came to nothing.
As for a collective noun, I don’t know. I prefer not to think about such meetings!
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