Over the last few weeks, I think I have come to point where I can say that I am no longer Anglican. I am no longer a part of Anglicanism. The organization and the politics and the infighting have left me behind.
And no, I’m haven’t laid down my Orders or asked to be defrocked from where I serve.
I am still a part of the Church. I am still worshiping with a Prayer Book and Liturgy found in the Book of Common Prayer. My patrimony or heritage comes from the British Isles throughout their whole history, but I am not going to be defined by an -ism.
A good friend and priest said,
‘Why can’t we just see the Anglican patrimony/prayer book as part of the Church?’
I agree. Why can’t we just begin to see ourselves as part of something greater than our own man-made walls of exclusion from each other.
Let me preface this with saying that I am no canon lawyer, or Bishop, or anybody with any authority. I know there are tremendous obstacles that are in place that would prevent unification of the Church but we are making in roads in several ways including the acceptance of our primary Sacrament, baptism, among various groups and fellowships and denominations and communions.
I long for the day that I can kneel to receive Christ’s Body and Blood with members of Christ’s Church who are separated on each side of me, to become fully one with the One who creates and sustains and loves with my self-exiled brethren on each side. For isn’t that what excommunication in these large situations really is– a self-imposed exile from your brother.
For me, if you have been placed into Christ’s Church, then come and feast and lets work out our problems as prodigals and older brothers around the table of our Father celebrate for what was lost is now found.