This is me, Eccles

This is me, Eccles
This is me, Eccles

Thursday, 27 November 2014

Why don't Anglicans go to church on Sundays?

Many sages, including the Anglican Archdruid Eileen and the Catholic Fr Longenecker, have wondered why Anglicans don't like to go to church on Sundays. After all, wouldn't you expect Janet and John Anglican to leap out of bed on a Sunday morning, with a dialogue something like the following?

almost-empty church

Come on... no need for everyone to sit at the back!

"Hurrah! It's the 21st Sunday after Trinity today! Let's rush down to St Tharg's for Morning Prayer!"

"Hey, we've got a simply great Collect today. We're going to beseech God to grant us pardon and peace; that we may be cleansed from all our sins, and serve Him with a quiet mind!"

"Splendid! I'm fed up with serving Him with a noisy mind! What's the Epistle?"

"A good solid chunk of Ephesians, dear. Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth..."

"Yes, I'm just putting on my trousers. Anything interesting in the Gospel?"

"Yes, Jesus meets a certain nobleman, whose son is sick at Capernaum."

"Does He heal the son?"

"Oh... you've heard that one before!"

"Nothing but repeats... let's not bother."

Jesus heals

Jesus heals the hypochondriac by giving him two aspirins.

As it happens I do occasionally find myself in an Anglican service. The last time, it was indeed a Matins (which seems to have the advantage that there is no Kiss of Peace, even if there's not much spiritual nourishment either). The priest started chatting about something else - I think it was the fact that he had a sore throat - and then hastily turned to the "liturgy" and said "I suppose we'd better say this bit" before getting down to the script. Yes he did.

To be fair, he preached a rather good sermon - far better than many Catholic sermons I've heard, and probably just as orthodox. I can't remember what it was about, but that's fine. You're not supposed to remember. If you do, how can the priest use the same sermon next year?

Great Sermon Handicap

The classic way to make sermons more interesting.

The hymns... well, they were be produced by the I'm Sorry, I haven't a Clue team. In other words, we had unfamiliar words sung to the tunes of familiar hymns. I think the problem is that old (traditional) hymns are no longer considered acceptable - especially not ones about God smiting sinners - and so we have to have anodyne rubbish about how we welcome God's Light in when we're brushing our teeth.

This was a small village church, with a congregation of about 15. Afterwards, we went out and threw bricks through the windows of everyone who hadn't turned up. No, actually I made that bit up. However, it might have been better if the priest was in the habit of knocking on doors, saying "We haven't seen you in church lately, Mr Mohammed; have you been unwell?" Who knows what might have happened?

Press Gang

The St Tharg's Press Gang drags in a reluctant worshipper.


  1. While the Anglicans are perplexed I am not surprised at all. It appears to be quite a shock to their hierarchy, after all they have done everything possible to become culturally relevant and still they are in the throes of extinction. This is the logical outcome of social Christianity, a religion of no truth and sin. And to think there are Catholic hierarchy in the Church hellbent on pursuing this path even in the face of the Anglican disaster.

    1. Who said Anglicans are perplexed? They look much as they always do.

    2. I cannot agree with this because since the great 1960s councils the church as become the most wonderful, awesome, brilliant blinding lite making possible Eccles is Saved; Novus Ordo Watch, Traditio, Call Me Jorge and . Thankfully, we get the opportunity on a daily basis to vent our spleen and give the liberal modernists the verbal rollicking they have always merited. The councils brought the enemy out in the open where we can see them for the cheap, nasty hypocrites they are and always have been. They are slowly but with increasing rapidity doing themselves out of a job. Hooray!

  2. Evidently, today Anglican't.