Snow is Falling Snow on Snow

And Matt is the new Canon for Preaching and my Piece in World Mag

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Rushing around this morning like the wind swirling the snow that sent all our recycling up and down the street before dawn. No matter how much I do the night before, I always wake up to a house seemingly in chaos, of children asking me to “read something quick before you go to the gym, no I’m not done with it yet but I will be in a minute,” of a dog that felt so appallingly hungry he had to dig around in the cat’s loo looking for vile morsels of excresence, of the college student who has to drag an enormous sketchbook to class and therefore can’t take the bus because the snow will get in between the pages and destroy it and yes he could have put it in a large garbage bag but nobody told me to buy any while I Was Literally At The Store Three Minutes Ago so I have to drive him. This, gentle reader, is why I can’t post in the early hours.

Anyway, where was I? Oh yes! First of all, I’m delighted to share the news that Matt has been made Canon for Preaching for our diocese by our bishop. I think that means he has to be called The Reverend Canon Matt instead of “Hey you” and he should buy one of those clerical vests that has red trim on it, though I’m not sure. More importantly, he’ll be resourcing and strengthening the preaching of God’s holy Word throughout all the churches under the care of Bishop Dobbs. Preaching is a grind, as I’m sure many of you know, as relentless as having to cook three meals a day for a pack of hungry children. Matt loves preaching and is good at it, though, so I expect he will enjoy himself in this new venture and hopefully help all the preachers in our diocese love it too.

Second of all, I’m over in World this morning dooming about the Church of England:

Justin Welby is out as archbishop of Canterbury, effective Jan. 6. The archbishop of York, Stephen Cottrell, has the unenviable role, according to The Guardian, of both carrying on the tasks associated with the vacant See of Canterbury and participating in the process of choosing the next person to preside as first among equals. For those who feel any inclination to hope, there isn’t much to go on. The Church of England is beset by financial troubles, heresy, and, worst of all, no particular sense of what the Church is for or why it exists at all.

With Welby soon out of the way, Cottrell is coming under scrutiny. When he served as the bishop of Chelmsford, a priest in that diocese ended up resigning after alleging that Cottrell told him he could “leave the church” if he wanted to hold to the orthodox Biblical view of human sexuality. John Parker, as governor of a Church of England school, objected to the school’s “capitulation to transgender ideology.” Cottrell denied the allegations but remains one of the most progressive figures in Anglican church politics. He is president of Affirming Catholicism, a group that is “inclusive” and promotes “love, friendship, and community … irrespective of sexual orientation.” In other words, the person closest to the process of choosing the next archbishop of Canterbury is one of the chief proponents of LGBTQ inclusivity in the Church of England, a movement of theological subversion that has captured the ecclesiastical heights.

And that is really the rub. Getting rid of Welby was reasonable, but the immense push toward progressivism will certainly continue apace. No Anglican in the world today would be surprised to wake up and find that a woman has been chosen to ascend to that august chair. It would be impossible for any cleric holding orthodox views on Scripture, sexuality, the divinity of Jesus, the resurrection of the dead, and a Biblical definition of the word “love” to get through the Crown Nominations Commission, even accounting for the inclusion of “global representatives”—bishops from the fading remnants of the Anglican Communion.

Read the rest here! And have a great day!