Why can't we be referred to as Anglican, like all the other offshoots of the Church of England around the world? To that question, actually, I do know the answer. It goes back to the American Revolution when all ties to England were severed, including ecclesiastical ones. Now, of course, the Episcopal Church of the U.S. enjoys a good relationship with the world-wide Anglican Communion.
In just a couple of weeks, I will officially be part of that communion. During the traditional Easter vigil on Saturday April 7, I will be confirmed into the membership of Saint John's Episcopal Cathedral in Denver. I will officially be Episcopalian. Or Episcopal.
In any case, I've gone faithfully to the classes since September, participated regularly in worship, made a financial pledge, and can spout off a pretty good Episcopal(ian) party line. Go ahead. Ask me anything. Except the proper usage of Episcopal versus Episcopalian. And don't ask why Episcopalians wear black so much of the time. I still don't have an answer to that one.
The biggest challenge so far has been documenting my baptism, which occurred approximately 48 years ago, in a Presbyterian church so small that no one answers the phone. Episcopalians believe that only one baptism is necessary, but you'd better be able to prove that it happened.
I've been a member of many congregations and several denominations over the years. I've been a member, lay leader, youth minister, religious educator, musician, and preacher. I won't say that I've finally found the "right" denomination. There's no such thing. But I feel at home for now, worshiping in high church style, with that combination of ancient tradition and modern theology which affirms deep spirituality along with intelligent discourse.
In other words, in the Episcopal (?) Church, you don't have to check your brain at the door in order to engage in serious spiritual practices.
So think of me on April 7 as I step into the newest chapter of my long faith journey, a fully fledged Episcopalian (I think that's it).
