Monthly Archives: September 2014

Was Barry Taylor Just a Bush (Gourd? Calabash?) in the Desert? A Whale of a Tale (about Jail) and The Delphi Method at All Saints Church….

Jonah’s bush or gourd was a gift from God to which Jonah had no right—he had not labored for it, it just appeared and was gone.  Just like Barry Taylor in the lives of the AS2 Congregation… Are human relations in Church of no more value than that bush or gourd? Must we really accept the arbitrary and capricious sudden appearance and departure of others in our lives as a given? Should the Church promote such acceptance of the shallowness of the social order, especially a small Church like All Saints, Beverly Hills?

The Bible has some curious small corners, hard to interpret and harder to relate to real life, and one of them is the book of Jonah. Last Sunday in Church, the first reading (before the Psalm and Gospel) at All Saints in Beverly Hills was from that curious corner.  As of September 21, the last Sunday of Summertime…  many at all Saints were still reeling from the sudden resignation of the Reverend Barry Taylor.   The 11:30 AS2 time slot was organized into a “Delphi Style” organization of small study groups… with “group leaders” handling 4-6 people in small groups to make sure that individual views were isolated and prevented from forming a coalition.  Yes, I know all about Delphi as a strategy for “creating the appearance of consensus” by preventing communication under the guise of facilitating it, and I was totally shocked to see this at All Saints in Beverly Hills, so I walked out rather than be part of the charade…..  I hate all “NWO” patterns of social manipulation, and this is just one of the most transparent classics. Churches faced with a crisis should meet as a Congregation….and like-minded folk that way can seek each other out.  This was something else entirely.

Anyhow, at the 10:00 (traditional) service, one of the junior associate rectors delivered a sermon on a theme that I can only call the fragility of social obligation and the acceptance of arbitrary fairness.  This is a problem in Christianity, and law and religion generally I think.

Nothing could be more arbitrary and capricious than God’s command to Jonah and Jonah’s unwilling acceptance and compliance and total frustration at the end.  

The famous part of this book’s story is that Jonah spends three days of incarceration (for “contempt of God?”) in “the belly of a fish”.  Everyone knows the story of Jonah and the Whale… even if you’ve just heard the song from George Gershwin’s jazz opera “Porgy and Bess” about it: “The Things that your liable to read in the Bible, they ain’t necessarily so.”  

Oh Jonah, he lived in de whale,
Oh Jonah, he lived in de whale,
Fo’ he made his home in
Dat fish’s abdomen.
Oh Jonah, he lived in de whale.

Attorney Clarence Darrow also famously cross-examined William Jennings Bryan on this point and other Biblical oddities like Joshua making the sun stand still while he besieged Jericho….at the infamous Scopes “Monkey” Trial in Tennessee in the 1920s, when a school teacher was prosecuted for the truly outrageous crime of teaching the theory of evolution.  If you haven’t read about the Scopes Trial, you should at least find the movie “Inherit the Wind” (with Spencer Tracy as Darrow equivalent “Henry Drummond”—the names have been changed to protect the guilty) or else Henry Fonda’s monologue on the life of Clarence Darrow of Chicago…. [[[as for the founder of modern evolutionary theory… Charles Darwin’s father Robert, grandfather Erasmus, and in-laws (the family of the fine china artisan and manufacturer Josiah Wedgwood) were solid Church of England supporters…. and I myself have always wanted to reconcile Evolution and Theology….and in Barry Taylor I had found an ally in reconciling these seemingly far divergent lines of collateral evidence….]]]

Jonah 2:10 was, to my mind, solely included in the Bible as a test of anyone’s and everyone’s faith int he literal truth of the Bible….

“And the Lord spake unto the fish, and it vomited out Jonah upon the dry land.”  

I want to talk to the Reverend Barry Taylor about this….. whale business…..But few (if any) critics of the plausibility of a human remaining alive for three days in the digestive tract of a Whale, Killer Whale, or Shark… focus on the worse (but far more plausible) aspects of the story:  The Book of Jonah, like the story of the “Sacrifice by Holocaust” of Jephthah’s daughter in the Book of Judges, supports the notion that we must obey God’s express command’s unquestioningly, and without hope for Justice….  Jonah ultimately survives digestion by Whale and goes to Ninevah in compliance with the Lord God’s command… and preaches to the people and they repent… but Jonah is still not really satisfied…. he thinks it was a pointless exercise….which it may well have been.

Jonah was even worse than a Doubting Thomas—Jonah actually got ANGRY at God for making him go on this pointless, fruitless preaching expedition to Ninevah…  Jonah decided he wanted to die (and for all we know, he did, but the Book of Jonah as it has come down to us only has four chapters).  

In the King James Version, the Fourth Chapter of Jonah runs and the whole book ends as follows:

4      But it displeased Jonah exceedingly, and he was very angry.

2         And he prayed unto the Lord, and said, I pray thee, O Lord, was not this my saying, when I was yet in my country? Therefore I fled before unto Tarshish: for I knew that thou art a gracious God, and merciful, slow to anger, and of great kindness, and repentest thee of the evil.

3           Therefore now, O Lord, take, I beseech thee, my life from me; for it is better for me to die than to live.

4         Then said the Lord, Doest thou well to be angry?

5        So Jonah went out of the city, and sat on the east side of the city, and there made him a booth, and sat under it in the shadow, till he might see what would become of the city.

6        And the Lord God prepared a gourd, and made it to come up over Jonah, that it might be a shadow over his head, to deliver him from his grief. So Jonah was exceeding glad of the gourd.

7          But God prepared a worm when the morning rose the next day, and it smote the gourd that it withered.

8        And it came to pass, when the sun did arise, that God prepared a vehement east wind; and the sun beat upon the head of Jonah, that he fainted, and wished in himself to die, and said, It is better for me to die than to live.

9        And God said to Jonah, Doest thou well to be angry for the gourd? And he said, I do well to be angry, even unto death.

10        Then said the Lord, Thou hast had pity on the gourd, for the which thou hast not laboured, neither madest it grow; which came up in a night, and perished in a night:

11     And should not I spare Nineveh, that great city, wherein are more than sixscore thousand persons that cannot discern between their right hand and their left hand; and also much cattle?

Apparently the cattle had the last word.  And this is apparently directly relevant to the fate of Barry Taylor and his AS2 Congregation.  Because the accompanying Gospel last Sunday was the almost equally arbitrary tale about “the first shall be last and the last shall be first”—when workers who come in late in the day, close to sunset in fact, get paid exactly as much as those who worked all day. The lesson of this parable, of course, is that there is only one salvation, and “good for one is good for all.”  You don’t automatically make “archangel” or anything else just because you are a cradle to grave Episcopalian, for instance….much to my eternal chagrin….and perhaps yours also, right?

So the bottom line on Sunday September 21, 2014, the Clergy at All Saints told us that Barry Taylor was just like the KJV Gourd or NRS Bush that God gave to Jonah outside of Ninevah.  We did not work for Barry Taylor so we were not entitled to him.  We have to accept God’s (and the Church’s) decisions about the fragility and uncertainty of life and social relations, and when people just disappear from our lives overnight—that’s par for the course and we should just be thankful, I guess, that we ever knew them at all.  

I remain unsatisfied both with the “Whale of a Tale” in the Book of Jonah (God Basically Put this VERY Minor Prophet Jonah in Jail for Three Days for Contempt…. but dressed the jail up as a merely Metaphoric Whale—that’s my opinion and I’m sticking with it)….

I do not accept as legitimate the modern (or ancient) fragility of social relations, or that it is proper for the Church to contribute to the fragility of social relations and reliance on individuals.  Christ supposedly values us all as individuals, not just as a collection of nameless souls….. We, like Dorothy as played by Judy Garland in the 1939 movie version of the Wizard of Oz, have [in the larger society to which we belong] no choice but to accept that, “people come and go so quickly here.”   But in a Church like All Saints, a very small community in a very small corner of the very large City and County of Los Angeles, I think we are entitled to expect more stability and more accountability than we have gotten here….  

I think I will take time this weekend to reread Charles Darwin’s possibly least famous work, “The Formation of Vegetable Mould through the Action of Worms, with Observations on their Habits.”  It seems the proper antidote for plant eating worm in Chapter Four the Book of Jonah (as the Junior Associate Rector said last summer, it must have been a very large worm…. parallel to the extremely large and extraordinary fish/shark/whale in Chapters 1-2).

First Friday of Fall (FFF) & Final Friday of September (FFS)—Equinox, Tuesday, September 23-Friday September 26

Q:   How is the Reverend Barry Taylor just like Jonah’s shady bush outside of Ninevah?  (Jonah is one of the most embarrassing books in the Bible, from the standpoint of those, like me, who “want to believe”.  The Book of Jonah’s four short chapters are filled with oversized man-housing whales which act like jails and tree-eating worms who do Gods bidding and expressions that God cares for wicked Ninevites and their animals…and whose sole moral point is that we must accept the will and acts of God, no matter how arbitrary and capricious, inequitable, and unfair they may seem….)

A:   Apparently because God gave his teaching to us for our temporary comfort only, and what God gives easily, God can take away with equal ease.  We did not create Barry Taylor, so we cannot complain that he is now gone.

Comment: but I have drunk from many wells I did not dig, have been warmed by fires I did not build, and drunk wine from grapes I neither picked nor crushed….and yet I was right to do so, was I not?

“Final Fridays and First Fridays” remind me of the wonderful parties that the late Molly Ivins used to put on in Austin, Texas….at which I was privileged to attend regularly, a long, long time ago, in a gallaxy far away, when Texas was a land of free speech, liberty, and ruled by the WD 40 crowd (“White Democrats over Forty”).  That really WAS a long time ago, wasn’t it?   Molly, born in beautiful Monterrey, in 1944 while some of my cousins were stationed in the Navy there, was a native Californian who tragically died of Cancer at the age of 63 on January 31, 2007—she had so much more to say and write about her adopted state.  Molly’s death, and the loss of her community, was definitely one of the major (contributing) factors prompting me to give up and leave my native state.  And now I’m in California half the time and Louisiana half the time.  I cannot tell in which state I enjoy living more: the food and girls are way better in New Orleans, the shopping and museums are better in Los Angeles…. New Orleans has lots of history and beauty.  Los Angeles has lots of money and power.  I feel at peace in New Orleans.  I feel I am a piece of Los Angeles.  

On this Final Friday of September, First Friday of Fall, I think it is time to go back to New Orleans.  The Reverend Barry Taylor is gone from Los Angeles—it’s now cool enough in New Orleans to enjoy the food and chase the girls…  Summer is HELL in New Orleans…. No time of year is really hellish in Los Angeles.  There was a time (around 1992-1994) when they described the four seasons of Los Angeles as “Earthquakes, Brushfires, Riots, and Floods”—rather like the Four Creations of the Maya Popol Vuh or the Five Creations of the Aztec Calendar Stone….Pierre du Soleil ou Calendrier Azteque.

Well, for me at least it was a very intense summer.  Fall will be quieter, I think, wherever I am.  Summer was so intense I cannot quite remember where my summer began.   For me summer began either in New Jersey or Florida, but without studying my travel records or receipts carefully, I’m pretty sure I greeted the Summer Solstice 93 days ago in either Ocala or Orlando, Florida.  I discovered a really good German restaurant in Orlando (the Bauern-Stube, http://www.bauern-stube.com/).  

That schnitzel & dumpling place was the only good thing I really can say about my excursion to Florida, except that I wrote and prepared a really good appellate brief for a really unworthy client (WTO 12 June EMERGENCY MOTION FOR ORDER TO SHOW CAUSE IN THE FIFTH DISTRICT COURT OF APPEAL; 2014 6 12 final Appendix to emergency motion) who ultimately (well, actually, almost immediately) stabbed me in the back… and so I left Florida.

I ended the summer and began the Fall in Beverly Hills, California, in the midst of great turmoil.  On the one hand, I am tortured by the departure of the Reverend Barry Taylor from All Saints in Beverly Hills, especially on such complete absence of notice or warning, amid such dark but unspecified charges “not that anyone plans on pressing charges…”  On the other hand, I brought Croatian ex-Diplomat and New Right Political Philosopher to the Beverly Hills JEM Center where he preached New Right Philosophy to Beverly Hills’ Jewish Community…. I expected some negative reaction here, but instead the negative reaction was all from my fellow conservatives who felt I had done something desperately wrong…. and some even shunned Dr. Sunic as a consequence.   We shall see how all that plays out…. 

It’s called a Strategy of Rhetoric and Politics—Talk to Those who Oppose you!

Over the past week, Rodney Martin of the ANA has taken me heavily to task for arranging for Dr. Tomislav Sunic to speak at the Beverly Hills JEM Center as the guest of Rabbi Hertzel Illulian, in partial response to Rabbi Illulian’s invitation to ME to promote the JEM Center and to initiate a dialogue in answer to the age old question: “why to so many of your people (the gentiles) hate the Jews?”  My First Answer was that Jews Control Hollywood, and Hollywood is destroying America—but the simple truth is that not ALL Jews support the despicably degenerate and immoral values embodied in (most) of Hollywood, in in the person of Rabbi Hertzel Illulian, I have met a Jewish Rabbi who sounds more like a strict old Southern Baptist Minister in his preaching of morality than any member of the Academy or any other Hollywood “Establishment” Grouping.

  • Charles Edward Lincoln Rodney: You ask, “Why do we [AmRen, Sunic, and I suppose, I] so called WN Intellectuals seek dialog with Jews?” Because the first step to change is to confront them with an embarrassing question. I know we need to have a little private chat about this, but let me explain how I in particular came to work with Rabbi Illulian.

    As you may know, I am a “former attorney”, by which I mean I was ordered disbarred first in the United States District Court for the Western District of Texas, after filing a series of Seven Civil Rights Suits on behalf of WHITES ONLY asserting the same claims for civil rights as are often asserted on behalf of African-Americans and Mexicans (and Vietnamese, Filipinos, etc.) assuming that the law really did afford equal protection to white people. When they (the Federal Judges in Texas) saw I had NO intention of backing down after that initial disbarment in one Court, they indicted me on some idiotic trumped up charges which led to my resignation from the State Bar of Texas “under threat of disbarment” and the imposition of reciprocal discipline in California and Florida. Yes, I was literally licensed, “Coast-to-Coast” at one time and one of my Civil Rights cases on behalf of upper middle class white people made it to the United States Supreme Court (Atwater v. Lago Vista, 2011).

    So, a mere ten years after I graduated from the University of Chicago Law School, by 2002, I found myself disbarred coast-to-coast, but I still wouldn’t give up. I continued fighting because I had absolutely nothing left to lose. I fought in Family Court against the destruction of the Constitution and Family in our Homes. I fought foreclosures and evictions and the destruction of the right of the people to be secure in their persons, homes, papers, and private property.

    I became one of the most hated people (to the Courts at least, and Texas Office of the Attorney General which exists in large part to defend the Courts—no matter how monstrous a conflict of interest that would seem to be) in my home state of Texas, which at one time was the freest state in the Union. In January or 2006, after coming close to closing down the family Courts of Williamson County, Texas, at the insistence of already thenTexas Attorney General Greg Abbott (soon to be elected Governor by fiat…to succeed Rick Perry in the Throne of the Bush Family), I was permanently banned from litigating in the Courts of the State of Texas—even as a pro se litigant, even though the Judge Specifically ruled that I was NOT and could NOT be found to be a Vexatious litigant. Rather, he ruled that I posed too great a threat to the stability and security of the Judicial System of the State of Texas.

  • Charles Edward Lincoln And as if all of that were not compliment enough, on March 25 of 2008, Judge Walter S. Smith, Chief Judge of the Western District Texas, entered a permanent injunction against my litigating in any or all of the Federal Courts of Texas, even Bankruptcy Courts. So by that date, I was deprived of all my civil rights in the State of Texas, and I left the State Permanently. Judge Smith wrote that the injunction was necessary to stop the “crusade” I had “spearheaded among dozens of pro se litigants ..to have the Texas Family Code and Courts declared unconstitutional.”

    BUT STILL I DID NOT GIVE UP MY FIGHT FOR THE CONSTITUTION. In May of 2008, I began litigating against the Constitutionality of the Family Court System in Florida, and that led to another Petition for Certiorari to the U.S. Supreme Court in 2011.

    In 2010, I was living in Los Angeles and met a wonderful young lady by the name of Julia Gelb, born in Godless Atheistic Russia at the end of the Soviet era in what is now the Republic of Belarus.  Julia was going through a terrible divorce in Orange County. She was Jewish, and what pained her most about her divorce proceedings was that her (soon-to-be) ex-husband was not a religious but a secular Jew who had no intention of raising their children, “in the faith.”

  • Charles Edward Lincoln I saw in Julia’s situation an amazing opportunity to develop jurisprudence and a legal theory that would support AN AFFIRMATIVE RIGHT TO SEGREGATION and “separate development.” I introduced the Orange County Courts to the writings of Dr. Kevin MacDonald and sought to explain that the Jews depended for their preservation of their identity on THE RIGHT TO SEPARATE EDUCATION and SEPARATE CULTURAL IDEOLOGY AND EVOLUTION—in short, that religious Jews Demand the right to remain Segregated and Separate.
  • Charles Edward Lincoln Julia introduced me to the father of her best friend Bracha Illulian, who happened to be Rabbi Hertzel Illulian. Rabbi Illulian was deeply impressed by my work for Julia. The truth is, we needed William D. Johnson or some lawyer of equal standing and sympathetic disposition. But it has never been possible to arrange this for a variety of reasons.

    Still, it became fixed in my mind that the destiny of the Jews as a “People who shall dwell alone, and not be numbered among the nations of the world” was an excellent model for segregation of all peoples.

    I see segregation as a positive good for all people. Segregation is security and a necessary prophylactic against the evils of globalization, which include the attempted abolition of natural evolution, be it cultural or physical.

    Since each of the Bible, History, and Kevin MacDonald’s sociobiology and evolutionary psychology have taught us that the Jews have perfected the ways and means of segregation, and that is why we should learn from them, and praise them for their successful segregation, and sue to establish the same rights for ourselves.

    It may not seem like it, but that is my SHORT answer to your question. Ask questions as you see appropriate…

1400 Years of Islam in Europe—and other aspects of Multiculturalism…

Dr. tomislav sunic at the beverly hills jem center:

http://www.lukeford.net/blog/?p=58103

I hope to be able to publish Sunic’s Saturday speech at the IHR on this blog as well… and will do so as soon as it is available….

Barry Taylor, Steve Huber, and Isaiah 59

In RE BARRY TAYLOR: even after a very pleasant lunch with All Saints Rector Stephen Huber on Thursday 18 September 2014 (the day of the failed Scottish Independence Referendum) I still know absolutely no facts or details or real information about the man’s circumstances or the recent history of the past two weeks or so, but I feel the oppressive weight of Isaiah 59:9-11 on my shoulders:

“Therefore justice is far from us, And righteousness does not overtake us; We hope for light, but behold, darkness, For brightness, but we walk in gloom.  Therefore justice is far from us, And righteousness does not overtake us; We hope for light, but behold, darkness, For brightness, but we walk in gloom. we are like dead men. All of us growl like bears, And moan sadly like doves;   We hope for justice, but there is none, For salvation, but it is far from us.”

or if you grew up with the KJV as I did:

“Therefore is judgment far from us,
neither doth justice overtake us:
we wait for light, but behold obscurity;
for brightness, but we walk in darkness.
We grope for the wall like the blind, and
we grope as if we had no eyes:
we stumble at noonday as in the night;
we are in desolate places as dead men.
We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like doves:
we look for judgment, but there is none;
for salvation, but it is far off from us.”

Steve Huber could not have been any nicer, nor could the stone wall he put up about revealing any details have been any thicker.  It is much easier to attack a man who’s being rude and dismissive to you than one who expresses extreme sympathy and condolences for your sense of loss and talks to you very graciously about life and theology and….everything.

Barry Taylor is apparently in England with his mother now, and will go from there to rest and recuperate in South Africa.  I know this routine: it’s called “running away”.  During the worst summer of my life, at my rock bottom, at my worst times, when I was subject to some of the worst setbacks and disappointments in my life, I went to the Bayreuth Festival in Bavaria, then returned to Harvard to refocus myself on Egypt, then went to England, Greece, and Egypt.  I am a privileged man who has led a privileged life, and I’m glad that Barry’s got similar privileges.  But I still feel that there’s something wrong in the State of All Saints’ Parish….. but Steve Huber has utterly disarmed me from trying to force any issues—-and indeed I have no right to do so…. everyone wants this situation quiet and so it’s going to be kept quiet.  Unlike England and Canada, we have the First Amendment wall of separation between Church and State, and so we cannot demand transparency or public disclosure from Churches as we would if they were part of the government and if (as in England) Parliament still approved the Book of Common Prayer…. (will the UK Parliament soon approve the implementation of Sharia Laws?  Will the Queen or future King still be titled “Fidei Defensor” if that happens?  Luckily, these meditations have nothing to do with Barry Taylor whatsoever).

All I know for sure is that in April of 1974, I was confirmed at All Saints in Beverly Hills by the Rt. Rev. Bishop Robert Claflin Rusack, the then brand-new, newly ordained 4th Bishop of Los Angeles, after completing confirmation classes with Canon Noble L. Owings at St. Thomas the Apostle in Hollywood.

The Church was going through the “New Prayerbook” Crisis (which ultimately “gave birth” to the 1979 Prayerbook we still use…which is now so old and well-established most younger folks cannot imagine what a trauma its introduction created…. I had made myself, my mother and my grandparents proud by learning all the basic prayers and creeds (in both of our English 1662 and American 1928 Prayerbooks) by rote before I was ten, and Canon Owings was impressed too.

But then they changed the prayerbook, and I was frustrated and angry then too. I have been a half-hearted Episcopalian ever since. Too brow beaten and bigoted, I guess, ever to try any other Church seriously, but resentful that I had memorized all my prayers and creeds for nothing. I often still mutter things like “and with thy Spirit”, “remission of sins”, “it is meet and right so to do”, “the quick and the dead” during the normal Rite II services they have everywhere.

I have gone to school, worked, and traveled all over the USA, actually, the world, but I had never met the likes of Barry Taylor anywhere, and when I first heard him preach, I was immediately smitten by his amazingly erudite mixture of pop culture, true insight Gospel, and modern skepticism. As I have said, his series of sermons just last month in August, “Drugs, Art, Sex, and Religion” and “Religion without Illusions” seemed like a major watershed transformational event in my own spiritual life, but it was not over.  I needed to learn so much more from Barry…. and now he’s gone…apparently…..

Part of the reason I loved Barry’s sermons so much was that, although I had been loyal to the Church of my birth, it’s just very hard to “buy” the Bible as truth once you’ve completed a Ph.D. in Anthropology and History, focusing on Comparative Religion and Structural Analysis, ready James G. Frazer’s “Golden Bough” and about ten thousand books and articles written since then, including three hundred or more books about Kingship and Sacrifice as rituals essential to the socio-political lives of the people of Africa, India, Southeast Asia, Polynesia, and the New World—and yes, even pre-Christian Europe and the Near East.  But Barry bridged the intelligence gap between Darwin and Freud on the one hand and Jesus and the Apostles on the other.  

Somehow, in Barry’s sermons, going to Church no longer seemed merely a nostalgic retreat into childhood comfort for me.

POST SCRIPT: WHEN I SAY I HAVE BEEN LOOKING ALL OVER NORTH AMERICA AND THE WORLD FOR AN INSPIRING REASON TO LOVE MY CHURCH AGAIN, I’M NOT KIDDING—I have travelled all over and attended Churches everywhere.

My list of favorite Episcopal Churches in the USA starts with St. Thomas on Fifth Avenue, where I was baptized (I was born in Texas but my academically oriented parents “forgot” to have me baptized until they were about to set sail on the Queen Mary, when I was six months old, and they suddenly realized, “our baby isn’t baptized, what if the ship sinks?” And that is how a baby born in Commerce, Texas in April was baptized in October in mid-town Manhattan. I make it back to New York an average of once a year, and always go to St. Thomas—it has the most conservative and traditional liturgy of any church I know.  They have a phenomenal set of choirs and musical program, as well as the most spectacular altar reredos anywhere I have seen in North of Mexico in the USA or outside of Europe.  

Now my parents were married in New Orleans, where my grandmother had grown up, and as it happened I did my undergraduate college years there at Tulane.   From an early age I knew the Christ Church Cathedral as well as Holy Trinity on Jackson and St. George uptown. Confederate General Leonidas Polk is buried at Christ Church on St. Charles Avenue. In addition to being President James K. Polk’s first cousin, L. Polk was the first Bishop of Louisiana, the founder of the Trinity Church in Natchitoches (where my grandmother was baptized and most of her relatives buried), and the only General in that saddest and bloodiest of all American Wars to wear both a grey uniform and a Bishop’s Mitre.

But they lived in and I spent my elementary school years in Dallas, where I was in the boys’ choir under Russell John Brydon, Jr. at the Church of the Incarnation on Central Expressway, while occasionally enjoying the extravagant displays of wealth at the place somewhat sarcastically called “St. Michael and all Minks” (aka “St. Michael and all Angels”).

During my Harvard years I got to know Christ Church on Cambridge Common, where George & Martha Washington prayed after George took the Command of the Continental Army in the summer of 1775, to rise up against the monarch for whom he had until then prayed as “Our King and Sovereign Lord.”

And then I spent some time working in Palm Beach, Florida, and there my son was Baptized at Bethesda-by-the-Sea on the Feast of the Epiphany in 1993. Later on I lived in Pinellas County and attended the Cathedral of St. Peter there.  I could go on listing all the Anglican Churches in which I have knelt down to pray….but it would grow quite tedious…. from Maui to Fort MacLeod, Moose Jaw, and Moncton in Canada to Manchester, Magdalene College and All Saints Margaret Street in England, to Malta, Montego Bay and Mumbai in what used to be outposts of Empire….it would get VERY tedious….