Miniblog #102: ACNA = Home
In the summer of ’09 I went on something of a spiritual pilgrimage. After having unknowingly been on the Canterbury Trail since high school, I’d spent the whole year exploring the Anglican tradition.1.Given the present upheaval within North American Anglicanism, it’s important that I preface this post by stating that I’m not offering an argument for or against affiliation with any particular Anglican body. This is a personal reflection on my own experiences. Nothing more and nothing less. Moreover, I believe that our incomprehensibly complex God is probably calling different individuals and churches to take different paths forward. Oh, and here’s a translation guide for those unfamiliar with the alphabet soup: ACNA: Anglican Church in North America; AMiA: Anglican Mission in the Americas; PEARUSA: Outreach of Rwandan Province It had come time for a decision one way or the other. Since the historical connection was the #1 thing drawing me, it stood to reason that one of the oldest churches on this side of the pond, Christ Church Savannah, was a good place to determine whether this was life’s next path. The choice proved to be clear. I’m not a very mystical guy but there I experienced this profound joy and kinship with my Anglican brothers and sisters in Christ.22.Christ Church is part of the Anglican Church in North America. The congregation has since lost the building and is now in the unique place of being the oldest Anglican church in Georgia yet are without a building. That same sense of the Spirit’s assurance returned for the first time these past few days at the ACNA’s church planting summit at Christ Church Plano.3 Many of you know that I recently left AMiA to join ACNA via PEARUSA. What I can tell you is that I experienced a truly unsettling degree of unease at Winter Conference in January.3.Perhaps in large part because of the shared name, the whole experience felt strangely parallel. It was overwhelmingly obvious that this was not where the Lord wanted me. Yet at Anglican 1000 I felt the same degree of emotional energy only now it was this indescribable peace.4 For the second time in my life I felt at home in ACNA.4.Lest anyone presume otherwise, I have no axe to grind with AMiA. I wish them the best, hope they rejoin ACNA, and am thankful for the year I spent there. It no more felt like home, however, than did Chicago because I attended college there for a year.
P.S. Thank you, Daniel Adkinson+, for gently harassing me into going.