The honour I never almost had:
Purple Fever is an awful disease, it was candidates night, and the next day was the election of our Suffragan Bishop. I who was never nominated, and did not desire to be nominated, am somewhat chagrined that not only will I not be elected, but I will not even have bragging rights; “Back in 2008 I was nominated for Suffragan Bishop.” Even the possibility of a small self-glorifying exaggeration is clean cut off, “I was almost elected.”
“It’s a terrible thing, this irony of not being nominated for a job I wouldn’t want and wasn’t even nominated for. It’s somewhat akin to being a guardian cherub desiring ultimate enthronement and then being summarily forced out of heaven by those insufferable angels. I, the Morning Star, I have fashioned for myself a coat of many colours, I do not have to dress in white. I do not want to be dressed in white kowtowing to His royal goodness YHWH, and I almost seized the heavenly throne; a throne I could have had if only, so at least I have bragging rights.”
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