While out of town, perhaps I was more inclined to visit an Anglican church because of my recent reading of Michael Bird’s Evangelical Theology, and his section on ecclesiology, in particular.
The kids wanted to know if there was a kids church (thinking of course of our regular place of worship). To their disappointment there was none.
I kept telling my family that we were there to worship with brothers and sisters from a different tradition, with whom we share a common salvation.
But let’s just say that while I was able to follow along with the readings from the Book of Common Prayer, the rest of the family was somewhat lost.
Before pulling up in the church’s parking lot, I promised my wife that their celebration of the Holy Communion, the Eucharist, was to look forward to (her curiosity was piqued).
However, as I was reading through the church’s bulletin, I soon realized that I had to be confirmed by some bishop to celebrate the Holy Communion with my brothers and sisters of this local Anglican fellowship. I became disillusioned. My heart sank. How could they? I asked myself.
At the beginning of the celebration of the Eucharist, my family and I made our exit. In somewhat pastoral tone I told my wife and kids that at least we had the privilege of worshiping with our brothers and sisters in Christ, though of a different tradition.