From my former denomination having churches host out and out political rallies (and ranting about nationalism, not to mention hearing from a convicted felon and insurrectionist) to my current denomination trying to make a move to silence women …

I am stirred. While I am confident my current denomination will try to hold a “third way” in the Anglican tradition for the near term, and I am also confident my former denomination will continue to enlarge its megaphone to be more militant in its nationalism, I am stirred. It’s a time when somehow diving deeper into culture wars and old arguments seems “comforting” to white male leadership. It’s grievous.

My theological journey has a solid affirmation of the Church as the Bride of Christ but the American version of this bride is getting whacked around and distorted.

While I knew I would be politically homeless years ago, that was okay because my politics can’t be my religion. But my faith is anchored in Christ who IS the Head of the Church, the BODY OF CHRIST. I don’t worship a “head” that is sitting on a table detached from a body.

I have a friend who came to faith in the 1970s and was first attending a charismatic church. That was a wild time to be in a charismatic church and it was proven true when things got harmful and he had to leave. My friend searched and searched. He didn’t become “spiritual but not religious.” This was his conviction: there is a body of Christ. It took him decades, but he found home.

My deepest theological conviction holds to Christ and his Body. But this period of time has a part of the body behaving badly. There is a need for the fire of the Holy Spirit to burn through the camp and clear out the junk. There is a need for deep repentance. There is a need for the remnant of the body to rise up faithfully and become the Confession Church once more.

I do NOT want to be church homeless!