Is Anglicanism Utterly Doomed

 

I say again, people pretending to be something they don't believe in anyway, in this case priests and deacons at the altar celebrating the Eucharist. Anglicanism or the Anglosphere's embraced this, see the once patrician Episcopal Church, the venerable if dying Church of England and the tiny Churches of Wales, Scotland, New Zealand and Australia.

All of them locked into a spasm of 1980s Student Union righteousness, which curiously enough doesn't appeal to the Gen. Pop. So is Anglicanism dead, locked into a double-down Leftist death dive? Sure looks that way, Rudi Dutschke's Long March Through The Institutions, not least the Church seems to have reached apogee, see photo above. And guess what? Trad opposition to Cultural Marxist takeover has failed, in mainstream Anglicanism, which now marches merrily to the beat of a rainbow drum. 

Well that's not gay

Wow, a whole denomination, the world's third largest, hollowed out by the Frankfort School and its descendants. Is it utterly doomed? Yes, insofar as anyone or anything which goes against the Holy Spirit will be relentlessly destroyed by that same Spirit. But not so fast.

There are islands of faithful Churchmen in our present sea of apostasy who uphold the Faith and Order of the Church as given to us by Christ Himself. The Diocese of Fort Worth is one of them, right here in North Central Texas, so is St. Peter's London Docks, in Wapping, England, and many others. The Faith, even amidst egregious Anglican chicanery and apostasy hasn't died out.

Typical Brompton Oratory Scene

It never will, the gates of Hell shall not prevail. That said, are we approaching the time when the various Churches of the Reformation stutter, die and fold into the greater thing? That Thing being  Rome. Think about it.

Just throwing it out there,

LSP

Here We Go Now

Make of this what you will.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

 

Fighting Monkey - No Gun

Maccacco and Hapless Hound

Up at first light to the maniacal and strangled crowing of roosters; this woke up the neighbouring dogs and I thought grimly of the famous fighting monkey, Jacco Macacco. Jacco's 1820's trick in the Westminster Pit involved taking a club to the heads of proto-pit bulls and destroying them, much to the dismay of their unfortunate backers. Macacco met his match in Puss, a savage brute that equalled the vicious monkey's ferocity; they did for each other. But don't misunderstand me, I'm not an advocate of monkey baiting.

Anyway, after getting over vengeful thoughts viz. backyard menagerie, managed to get to the stables, say Morning Prayer and have an equine workout - attempted a flying change and nearly ended up in the air myself - well, pride comes before a fall. Then, after much self-control, just stopped myself from buying a 'comfort gun', namely a nicely sporterised Lee at a reasonable price. Well, it'll be there tomorrow - I hope.

For those interested in unpicking the labourite web of deceit, check out Barking Spider, for a take on recent Anglican goings on have a look at the pretentiously titled 'Quo Vadis Redux'.

God bless,

LSP