#anglicanism

[apenitentialprayer]

Tomorrow (or today, if you're reading this 30 minutes after this is posted) will be the funeral of a very dear friend, the joy of my heart. If you could pray for her repose, and for the consolation of her parents and brother and friends, I would really appreciate it.

[lambswool-cardigan]

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Please like/reblog if you are a Christian blog. I have no Christian friends irl and would like some mutuals ♡ God bless

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[yak-leather-whips]

My sincerest apologies to the single person who had been using the quanglicanism tag to refer to the intersectional faith of quaker anglicans for flooding your tag with conspiracy theories about a time quangle from a DND show about fantasy high schoolers

[useless-englandfacts]

was just reading (celebrating) the news about archbishop welby resigning and look at this wikipedia entry:

the 'known for' section...

[theopenaltar]

See the issue is that I agree with most things the Orthodox believe theologically, but I love a good Catholic saint and Advent celebration. I guess that makes me a modern Anglican.

[byzantine-nectarine]

From an ancient homily for Holy Saturday:

The Lord's Descent Into The Underworld (attributed to Saint Epiphanius of Salamis) Something strange is happening - there is a great silence on earth today, a great silence and stillness. The whole earth keeps silence because the King is asleep. The earth trembled and is still because God has fallen asleep in the flesh and He has raised up all who have slept ever since the world began. God has died in the flesh and Hell trembles with fear. He has gone to search for our first parent, as for a lost sheep. Greatly desiring to visit those who live in darkness and in the shadow of death, He has gone to free from sorrow the captives Adam and Eve, He who is both God and the Son of Eve. The Lord approached them bearing the Cross, the weapon that had won Him the victory. At the sight of Him Adam, the first man He had created, struck his breast in terror and cried out to everyone, “My Lord be with you all.” Christ answered him, “And with your spirit.” He took him by the hand and raised him up, saying, “Awake, O sleeper, and rise from the dead, and Christ will give you light. “I am your God, who for your sake have become your son. Out of love for you and for your descendants I now by My own authority command all who are held in bondage to come forth, all who are in darkness to be enlightened, all who are sleeping to arise. I order you, O sleeper, to awake. I did not create you to be held a prisoner in Hell. Rise from the dead, for I am the Life of the dead. Rise up, work of My hands, you who were created in My image. Rise, let us leave this place, for you are in Me and I am in you; together we form only one person and we cannot be separated. “For your sake I, your God, became your son; I, the Lord, took the form of a slave; I, whose home is above the heavens, descended to the earth and beneath the earth. For your sake, for the sake of man, I became like a man without help, free among the dead. For the sake of you, who left a garden, I was betrayed to the Jews in a garden, and I was crucified in a garden. “See on my face the spittle I received in order to restore to you the life I once breathed into you. See there the marks of the blows I received in order to refashion your warped nature in My image. On My back see the marks of the scourging I endured to remove the burden of sin that weighs upon your back. See My hands, nailed firmly to a tree, for you who once wickedly stretched out your hand to a tree. “I slept on the Cross and a sword pierced My side for you who slept in Paradise and brought forth Eve from your side. My side has healed the pain in yours. My sleep will rouse you from your sleep in Hell. The sword that pierced Me has sheathed the sword that was turned against you. “Rise, let us leave this place. The enemy led you out of the earthly Paradise. I will not restore you to that Paradise, but I will enthrone you in Heaven. I forbade you the tree that was only a symbol of life, but see, I who am Life itself am now one with you. I appointed cherubim to guard you as slaves are guarded, but now I make them worship you as God. The throne formed by cherubim awaits you, its bearers swift and eager. The Bridal Chamber is adorned, the banquet is ready, the eternal dwelling places are prepared, the treasure houses of all good things lie open. The Kingdom of Heaven has been prepared for you from all eternity."

[mermaidcommunion]

hello! does anyone have any advice/resources for a catholic person looking into anglicanism/episcopalianism? feeling really out of touch/out of place as a queer catholic, and wanting to change...

[orthodoxadventure]

Our reasoning brain is weak, and our tongue is weaker still. It is easier to measure the entire sea with a tiny cup than to grasp God's ineffable greatness with the human mind.

-- Saint Basil the Great

[mary-maud]

Sheffield Cathedral

[anglocatholicboyo]

In Canada in 2015, 1 in 50 deaths were caused by assisted suicide. By 2020, that rate had doubled - *doubled*, to 1 in 25. If we accept that you can only 'know' about 150 people at once, then that would mean each person would know 6 people who died by assisted suicide.

Faced with these numbers, are we actually expected to believe that before Canada legalised assisted suicide, there were really that many people who were in such intolerable and untreatable pain that they were just itching to die early? I doubt it. I think it's more likely that where assisted suicide is legalised, attitudes towards suicide and the sanctity of life change for the worse.

This is why I object to the term 'assisted dying', which I regard as an insidious euphemism. This issue is not separable from the problem of suicide more broadly in society. The rates of suicide in the Netherlands have only increased since that country legalised assisted suicide, compare 8.3 suicides per 100,000 deaths in 2007 with 11.3 per 100,000 in 2017. The 'sanctity of life' argument is not just religionese, it's backed up by the facts.

Opponents of assisted suicide, like myself, talk about Canada and the Netherlands and Belgium so much that even I think we begin to sound like a broken record, but I think this is warranted. These countries are only the most extreme examples, but out of the 19 countries which have legalised assisted suicide, nearly all of them have expanded the eligibility criteria beyond the supposdely robust raft of safeguards originally promised.

Are we really so naïve as to think that it can't possibly happen here? This is a country which voted to leave the EU, after all. Given what's at stake, I don't for a moment trust us to get this right.

[idylls-of-the-divine-romance]

Reading Henry Vaughan's poetry is just so.... ugh. The longing. He longs so deeply: for heaven, for Eden, for lost innocence. He longs for God. Desires not death but the life after so deeply, and yet also sees God so clearly in the land of the living. A pilgrim after my own heart, he is on the pilgrimage that is life, praying for regeneration, and seeking life in heaven, the lost innocence from before the Fall. Reading his poetry during Advent is even better. I too long, so deeply, for the parousia, the coming, of Christ. I hope for the peace and joy that comes with the advent of Love incarnate.

[apenitentialprayer]

My mom is getting hip replacement surgery in less than seven hours. Prayers would be appreciated.

[thatscarletflycatcher]

"What Pusey's case suggests is that the re-establishment of confession provoked as much gender trouble as it did anti-Catholic anxiety, an idea voiced by Charles James Blomfield, Bishop of London, in his declaration that confession was 'the source of unspeakable abominations'. These 'abominations' were thought to have the potential to damage two dominant nineteenth-century institutions: first, the Church of England, threatened by the spread of Catholic ideology; and secondly, the Victorian family unit, inexcusably invaded by the questioning priest. Confessing one's sins to God through the medium of a human agent in the space of a confessional box threatened Victorian sensibility because it forced one to broadcast sin outside of the family space to a priest portrayed as perversely eager to listen. The seeping of Rome into Britain's domestic corners was considered more threatening still to women, the narrator of Charles Maurice Davies's Tractarian love story, Philip Paternoster (1858), claiming: 'It would be a fatal day for England if ever England's wives and daughters were led to deem the confessional a more sacred place than the home.' The notion of male confessors cajoling female penitents to betray their sins and sexual secrets induced far-fetched anti-Catholic propaganda, verifying the fear that priests might usurp the control husbands and fathers held over the female members of their household. This paranoia was further excited by anecdotes such as that narrated by Sir William Harcourt in a letter to The Times, in which he quoted the Catholic confessor of the King of Spain bragging to his penitent: 'I hold your God in my hand, and I have your wife at my feet.' As Miss Cusack attests in recounting her liaisons with Pusey, 'few men went to Confession' with the 'Doctor', and Walsh's chapter, 'Ritualistic Sisterhoods', implicates Pusey as an insidious meddler intent on diffusing Catholicism through Britain by way of kidnapping women for his conventual establishments."

-- Mark Knight and Emma Mason, Nineteenth-Century Religion and Literature: An Introduction, Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2006.

[beloved-of-john]

This book arrived today!

And thus begins my journey to learn more about the saints! Thank you to @kingreyroi for recommending it to me :)

[useless-englandfacts]

a man (nigel farage) who openly supports a rapist (donald trump) is happy that the archbishop resigned for failing to address physical and sexual abuse claims in the church

the same man (nigel farage) then hopes that the new archbishop will embody ‘christian values’ — presumably things like loving your neighbour, the beatitudes, humility, compassion, etc.

[eternal-echoes]