WelbyWatch 1: the Community of St Anselm

Archbishop Justin longs that Lambeth Palace be not so much a historic place of power and authority, but a place from which blessing and service reach to the ends of the earth. Thus, the Community of St Anselm.
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The assumption of labor

We bear hope that the present wounds in the Church might themselves herald the arrival of something ever old and ever new, the appearance of the City with eternal foundations. Indeed, we have faith that God wishes to build something out of the weeping ruins of our division.

Teaching with power and love

The teachers and theologians of the Church will not escape present or final judgment, if they refuse to speak up and speak well in our time.

Covenant relaunch

Covenant is about to enter a new stage of its life. Filling a long-needed niche in the Anglican blogging world, it will be a place for generous, orthodox commentary, conversation, and mutual formation that is evangelical and catholic, academic and pastoral, Anglican and ecumenical.
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On the Octave of Corpus Christi

As I was traveling on Corpus Christi itself, I didn't have a chance to post something useful or interesting. I offer this for the Octave: a selected translation from the De institutione clericorum of Rabanus Ma... Read More...
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Bad art and the Church

I am somewhat surprised to find myself defending the use of “bad” art, at least in religious settings, and I should admit from the beginning that I write in partial hope of persuading myself in the wake of Trinity Sunday, when we’ve realized the degree to which our conceptions fail to grasp the mystery of God’s being.

What the Ascension is (and isn’t)

The Ascension is a real departure and a real exaltation into the heavens. At the same time, we are sure that his body is present with us in mysteries and sacraments: in Eucharist and Baptism, in the gathered church, in particular saints.

Ascension song

The riven earth trembles / As up-bearing angels / Host him unaware / Who dashed foot and hand and heart / With five open wounds, / Wine-staining his garments red / A shame to Massless spirits.