June 01, 2007

That's My Church


Binks over at the WebElf Report, after a recent horrid family tragedy for which we offer our condolences, has come out swinging with a massive new Carnival of the Anglican Implosion. Go on over and graze.

As I said a week or two ago, it is increasingly difficult to summon up the strength or interest to keep fighting since my resolution to leave the ECUSA. For example, I had meant to participate in a discussion of the draft Anglican Covenant at my own church, but the first session was the night before we left for Maine for Dad's memorial and I completely forgot about it. As for the second session this past week? Eh, what the hell.

For those of you overcome with curiosity about what Robbo does from here, well, this summer while the Missus and the Llama-ettes are off on extended vacation, I'm going to start dropping in on the local Anglican Catholic church. (I know this will inflame some of our RC readers, but at least at this point, I just don't have the whateveryouwantocallit to start swimming. And no, Mrs. P, please do not suggest that I am the one who will be inflamed (ha ha).) If St. A&M turns out to be as good as all reports have made it, I'll start attending regularly.

In the meantime, it happens that we're off to Shrine Mont this evening for our church's annual retreat. Aside from the fact that it invariably rains on our Shrine Mont weekend, it really is a wonderful place to go. In true Palie tradition, the grown-ups sit about with adult beverages and gossip while the younglings roam about playing frisbee and football, fishing and tadpoling and just generally fooling around. My only worry is that the director of the "talent show" will remember my somewhat squiffy promise of last year to contribute an act for this year, because I got nuthin'.

Posted by Robert at June 1, 2007 09:30 AM | TrackBack

For a skit, how about one where a good kid grows up, hits the big city, falls in love with all the glitz and glamour, but winds up losing his way. He only gets it back when he returns to his roots.

Or would that be too subtle?

Posted by: rbj at June 1, 2007 10:34 AM

Simple. Do Klaus Nomi singing Lightening Strikes again:


And for an encore do his "you don't nomi, I'm not one of you're little toys..."

You'll slay them. Or they'll slay you...

Posted by: Mrs. Peperium at June 1, 2007 12:16 PM

Actually, at a pinch I was thinking I could do "Goodbye Yellow-Brick Road."

Posted by: Robbo the LB at June 1, 2007 12:18 PM

Rome wasn't built in a day. It took John Henry Newman 12 years to walk the path we Catholics think you're on; granted he did not have four hooves, but still. It's not a decision you'll want buyer's remorse over.

And at any rate, I do not underestimate the mystical power of the Motu Proprio . . . if you love the 1928 Anglican liturgy, imagine it even more Eucharist-centric, and in Latin.

To me, the Continuing Anglican Movement is closer to Rome even than the Nigerians -- which is where I was wagering you'd end up in the short term. I think the next few years as the Anglican diaspora in America works out its (relatively small) doctrinal differences and tries to come together into a new church will be fascinating, heady times. To me, it is an open question -- will the Anglicans/Anglo-Catholics be able to unify into a new national church in communion with Canterbury, or will they descend into a fratricidal congregationalism? Or will the Archbishop of Canterbury opt for communion with TEC and risk a global south revolt? It will be fascinating to watch, and I wager fascinating for you as a participant.

By the way, watch your snail mail. Something Anglo-Catholic is headed your way.

Posted by: The Colossus at June 1, 2007 08:56 PM