It is a puzzle to Christians who have left the Episcopal Church: why would faithful Christians stay? Given its manifest errors, and its resistance to reform, is it not their duty to leave it, and to seek to build new institutions elsewhere? Do we not want to be part of a church in which the […]
Simply to ask the question, what am I seeing? and to start answering that question, allows the picture to speak with an eloquence that may astonish you. It’s a bit like reading a text is or being a language – As Fr Crouse would say, you keeping staring at it until it makes sense.
In my home growing up, you could hear the plangent tones of this Nashville lament in Kristofferson’s own version, crackling from an old LP on Sunday mornings. This was to the smells of brewing coffee and frying bacon, after we had returned from church, which we attended every Sunday at home or on vacation. Sunday mornin’ hadn’t come down until we’d gone to church.