Next year, the Episcopal Church will elect a new Presiding Bishop. One hopes that those who permit themselves to be nominated as candidates for the office will seek a quiet corner and read about William White.
In Norfolk, England, where I spent most of my teens, there’s a saying. “It’s the same but different.” I’ve never fathomed quite what it means but I find it delightful. We have stumbled into a world where difference is in style.
I shall seek to write down that which I believe to be the essence of Anglicanism. None of the elements I note are in themselves the exclusive property of our tradition, but taken together they express what our church—with a small c—has sought be at its best.
We do need to go to dark Calvary before we approach Resurrection. Resurrection isn’t reinvention. It can only be understood in the light of all that went before, immediately before and in the story of Israel’s relationship with her God.
I have some sympathy with Derek Olsen, who bemoaned the fact that while the 1979 Book of Common Prayer seemed to move the Episcopal Church in a more Catholic direction, in practice it did no such thing.
As adopted sinners, saved by grace, we are stuck with each other, and there’s no place on earth we can find where we can avoid the company of the baptized, even if we disapprove of their manner of life.