I have, over the last forty years, made several attempts to divest myself of it, with varying degrees of success. However, the last 72 hours have transformed, not only the Church of England, but, far more interestingly to me, how I feel about it and relate to it.
On Tuesday I indulged in a little bit of old time religion and heard Mass at All Saints, Margaret Street.
On the way home, I stopped at St Paul's. I spoke last night of how that affected me. So much so I returned to the Cathedral twice today.
They are doing stuff. They are transfiguring themselves. They are changing their world and they are changing mine.
After I'd dropped off the books I was happily sitting on the steps of the Cathedral when the Daily Assembly took place. I was ready to get cross, and to be honest, rather hoped to be. But fuck me, they did it right.
I am at last, proud to be an Anglican.