In 2005, Melissa and I packed up our necessary belongings into two big suitcases and boarded a plane with one-way tickets, leaving behind our home town in suburban Pennsylvania to start a new life in the UK. In doing so, we left behind our reformed, independent, non-denominational evangelical church and found a new spiritual home in our local Anglican parish.
Looking back, finding a new church was a really good thing. Not because one tradition was better or worse than the other, but because it broadened our spiritual awareness. The liturgy they used was a refreshing change from ‘anti-liturgy’ we were used to. The people we connected with represented a different set of questions and answers, a different perspective than we knew before. And our faith benefited because of it.
Fast forward almost five years to the present, and we find ourselves in a similar place, having moved (for the fourth time since coming into the country) too far away to feel we could continue being a part of that parish community. (Though I hasten to add that our friendship and deep ‘fellowship’ with several people there will survive the transition!) And again I find myself thankful. For many people I’ve met, their whole spiritual life has been in connection with one church, one denomination, one culture, with all of its strengths and weaknesses, theological insights and practical blind spots. I don’t wish to look down on such people. With those roots, they must have access to spiritual water that I can’t hope to reach any time soon. And yet I am still thankful because I think that our path as Christian ‘travellers’ (not by choice, but a result of circumstance) has given us a broader perspective.
In particular, I’ve been increasingly reluctant to engage in the debates, power struggles and turf wars that are a natural part of church life. I’ve been deeply grieved by the intensity of these ‘tug of war’ battles, and the passionate emotion that people invest in these life-and-death contests. For me, the world’s too big and life’s too short for that. Most things matter so much less than people think they do, and in our devotion to the minutiae we can easily miss the big picture of what God might want to do through us in our little corner of the world.
So another chapter begins. From the Catholicism of my childhood to the evangelicalism of my adolescence to the Anglicanism of my mid-20s to… what? I hope to begin to answer that question over the next few months. I would appreciate your help!


