Archive for April, 2007
Somebody in my parish tapped me on the shoulder last night and said “I’ve been reading a blog called the Hairy Eyeball, you wouldn’t have anything to do with that, would you?” Shoot, I didn’t think it was *that* obvious. Oh well. I owe you a coffee, W______. And I’ll buy a Timmies coffee for the next person at my church who figures it out, too.
It’s been a wet, miserable grey day and there is a praise service at my church this evening. I’m off to church for an attitude adjustment………..
Any CBC radio drama fans out there catch the last episode of Afghanada? I missed it, and would like to know what happened….
…or The Rumours of the Death of my Church have been Greatly Exaggerated.
I have read one too many Roman Catholic or capital O Orthodox blogs written by folks who seem to think that the Anglican church is dead. Therefore, here is my rebuttal:
I love being an Anglican. The great strength of the Anglican church today is that it is a church where you can worship with incense; bells; candles; organ music; choirs; guitars; praise music; drums; bass guitars; certainly in the same diocese, sometimes in the same church! It is a church where you can cross yourself and bow, or you can sing a praise chorus with your hands in the air. It is a church where your priest might wear a very plain black suit and collar for one service, and glittering vestments for the next one. Do you know why? Because all of these things are style, not substance. The substance is Jesus Christ, and him crucified.
I love being an Anglican. I belong to a Network parish. I have a godly priest who loves God and loves us; who points us to God; who teaches the substance using different styles, in order to remove stumbling blocks to Jesus Christ and him crucified. Despite the idiocies that grab the headlines in the blogosphere, there is a Godly Anglican church in Canada that is still very much alive, and is struggling for survival. There are many godly men and women in Anglicanism who are still being called to the priesthood, and are calling the Anglican church back to orthodoxy. Take a long hard look at this letter. Read it again, and take a long hard look at the names of the priests who signed it. Read them again:
The Very Rev’d Roger Briggs
The Rev’d Andrea Christensen
The Rev’d Pat Coulombe
The Rev’d David Crawley
The Rev’d Archie Hunter
The Rev’d Frank Kirby
The Rev’d Alex Lewanowicz
The Ven. Tim Parent
The Rev’d Stephen Silverthorne
The Rev’d George Sinclair
The Rev’d Desiree Stedman
The Rev’d Neil Stephens
The Rev’d Donald Tudin
The Rev’d Scott Whitfield
The Rev’d Margo Whittaker
The Rev’d Jennifer Wickham
To my knowledge, only three of them are retired. The rest of them have risked their careers and livelihoods by signing that letter; some of them have put their hearts and souls into calling the Anglican church back to God.
I love God. If there was no hope for the Anglican church, I would sadly, and with great grief, find another church home. But there is hope. Hope is written in the names of those sixteen priests who were willing to risk their jobs to call the Anglican diocese of Ottawa back to God. Hope is written in every prayer for our church. Hope is written in every voice raised in worship and song in every orthodox Anglican church every Sunday morning, whether those voices are accompanied by organ or guitar. I love being an Anglican, and I intend to stay, pray, and fight to bring the beautiful Anglican church back to the Lord.
My irises survived the snow, my perriwinkle is flowering, and my bleeding hearts are up, and I have one heck of a lot of gardening work to do. (I had a bad back most of last summer, you see.) Off to buy mulch….