Very Ethnic
UNDAY, Sitting in Christchurch Cathedral in Hamilton, it suddenly dawned on me: I’m Anglican because it’s so damned ethnic!
There is something so very British in this religion, so entirely un-American (whose religion looks, usually, like a cross between a praise band and a game show). It’s quite classist, really. I enjoy the crisp, dry corners, the wry Monty Python-esque humour of “evil livers” and “superfluity of naughtiness”, the humble pomposity of the 47-word sentence that opens almost all Anglican Eucharistic rites, firm in the knowledge that one must be able to speak English to properly navigate the subordinate clauses.
Yes, I enjoy Anglican theology with its incarnational emphasis and modernistic spin. But I also love being in on all the jokes on BBC America and the idea that, at least at some point in time, John Cleese, Winston Churchill, FDR, Elizabeth I, and I have all “erred and strayed like lost sheep”. I’m used – very used – to the cloud of polite coughing that follows the use of the censer, and the little clutch of women that gather around the coffee table, vetting all who draw near. I feel a tender part of that cloud of witnesses that encompasses the sceptred isle and any place else with a prayerbook.
There is an Anglican sound resulting from certain chords played on certain stops of the organ and simultaneously sung by boys’ choirs. And there are specifically Anglican-sounding hymns, most especially For All the Saints, Ye Holy Angels Bright, Ding Dong Merrily on High and the Marbeck Mass. But this sound pervades the work of David Herd, the organ masters of St John the Divine and the in-house compositions of many parishes around the nation.
It is an aesthetic more than anything else, and I’ve run into it in clergy apartments around the world, and even in Anglican-wannabe places. And I’ve run into the absence of it, as well. I know when I’m not among Anglicans, for what ever reason. For all the Anglican-style of the Orthodox Western Rite, most WRO are bear certain marks of style… I can’t quite pin it down but, the Monastery in Hamilton, for example, is clearly not Anglican while even the ultra Tridentine liturgy of St Clement Church, Philadelphia, was most certainly.
What I suspect, more and more, is that this sense of what is Anglican, this Anglidar, if you will, is my own internal sense of what is “traditional”. But it is clearly ethnically determined, equally influence by Richard Hooker and by Gerry Granger, as much as by Ralph Vaughn Williams as by Hyacinth Bucket.
I wish I could say “Anglican” means using the prayerbook or the XXXIX Articles of Religion, but it doesn’t. I wish I could, legitimately, say that it means “in communion with the Church of England” but I know it doesn’t – there are some Anglican places that are not. There are some places in communion that are missing this one thing needful.
Again, I think it’s ethnicity, more than anything. I write from a personal experience, but I’ve been “in the presence” in a Roman church in NYC, a Methodist church in London, and a “cathedral in the round” in Hamilton, Ontario. I’ve missed this thing in several places – all Episcopal Churches, however. Which leads me to believe that the thing I most like about Anglicanism isn’t Christ at all and, rather like certain Orthodox who very-much like to be able to sing “Many years” in Russian or Greek, I begin to think that it is a sort of WASP phyletism.
On the other hand, I recognise as Anglican (even though they do not *feel* as such) the rites at St Gregory of Nyssa, the Spanish-language rites of various parishes and dioceses, the services at Trinity Church, Buffalo, and sundry places in the Continuum and even beyond. These places are firmly grounded in that tradition started by Cramner and Elizabeth, even if neither party would recognise their children.
As I wrote once, The Episcopal Church is an American manifestation of the Anglican tradition and the local branch of the Anglican Communion. Even when I wrote that line, I doubt I was thinking of anything more than this phyletism. Today I think that line is still very true. Note that I said, “an American manifestation”. Note also that I made it clear a difference between the Anglican tradition and the Anglican communion. I think it’s possible to be neither Episcopalian nor in communion with the Church of England and yet still be Anglican.
What is the way out of this British fetish into an honestly Anglican theological understanding of the faith?