Comments: two more items from the Chicago Consultation

The point about Anglicanism at its best is that it relates to a variety of faithful people around the globe, both Christians within, of all kinds of conditions and outlooks, and without, and people of other faith. That's the sort of extendable communion (small c) I'm interested in, rather than centralised structures to passify those who cannot extend and welcome in.

Posted by Pluralist at Thursday, 20 December 2007 at 2:30pm GMT

What a wonderfully soul-strengthening sermon by Dean Tracey Lind! And what a bishop the Episcopal Church and the Anglican Communion will lose in her!

Posted by Charlotte at Thursday, 20 December 2007 at 4:54pm GMT

Jenny Te Paa comments that the loudest voices in the communion often are the souls who “represent” the communion and they are fighting to preserve their advantages, shamingly at the expense of the least.

She comments about the doom filled schismatic rhetoric: “Notice how none of this is directly humanized, none of this is language popularly or commonly used to describe people, after all we are not fabric to be torn, anymore than we are irreparable. We are human beings, those created in the image and likeness of God. This rhetoric is surely all big ‘C’ stuff. None of this is to do with us ordinary Anglicans, loving as we are loved by God. None of this is about ‘us’, it is about ‘it’, the ‘inanimate’ institutional form."

So she challenges us: "from now on when we each speak of ‘communion’ will we have in mind the capital ‘C’ depersonalized institution or will we have in mind the small ‘c’ communion of saints...?"

What would be the fruits of a communion of saints, living and working towards God’s best visions, collaborating with righteous souls from other faith and philosophical movement? Bravo to Tracey Lind for recognizing it: "The message proclaimed in the wilderness is the good news of Shalom: God’s amazing, marvelous, unbelievable, utopian promise of the peaceable kingdom..."

Isaiah 40:1-14 "Comfort, comfort my people, says your God. Speak tenderly to Jerusalem, and proclaim to her that her hard service has been completed, that her sin has been paid for... A voice of one calling: “In the desert prepare the way for the LORD; make straight in the wilderness a highway for our God. Every valley shall be raised up, every mountain and hill made low; the rough ground shall become level, the rugged places a plain. And the glory of the LORD will be revealed, and all mankind together will see it. For the mouth of the LORD has spoken.” …You who bring good tidings to Zion, go up on a high mountain. You who bring good tidings to Jerusalem, lift up your voice with a shout, lift it up, do not be afraid; say to the towns… “Here is your God!” …his recompense accompanies him. He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart; he gently leads those that have young…”

Posted by Cheryl Va. Clough at Thursday, 20 December 2007 at 6:50pm GMT

"Dean Tracey Lind . . . what a bishop the Episcopal Church and the Anglican Communion will lose in her!"

Perhaps what a bishop *Chicago* lost in her, Charlotte: as far as TEC (and the AC?) goes, don't count her out yet! ;-)

Posted by JCF at Friday, 21 December 2007 at 12:07am GMT

There is a strong and perhaps accurate rumor that Dean Lind lost the election in Chicago due to the laity's fears of running afoul of Windsor/Dar es Salaam/New Orleans half-hearted promises to re-engage in bigotry.

So the "liberals" have backed off. What do we get? San Joaquin and a threat to appease the hateful faithful by developing a "covenant" (contract?) by a ++limp wristed muddled 'fraidy cat' on the south bank of the Thames.

I once heard a sermon preached on Christmas Eve that told of the story of the farmer opening a door to a barn on a stormy, cold and windy night to let the wild animals in to survive. The "door" was an allegory to Christ's new presence among us, and to let down our guard. The opening of the door, that I believe is refered to by the words of G. K. (Frances) Chesterton's poem, made famous by the third carol of Herbert Howells, "Here is the Little Door". It was the one time that I was reduced to tears in the choirstalls by a sermon (sorry, I'm usually practicing my numbers silently!)

Have we forgotten about opening doors, in our rush to stomp out them?

Posted by choirboyfromhell at Friday, 21 December 2007 at 6:45pm GMT
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