
It was 55 years ago when the 'church' first made me say 'You've got to be kidding!'. Not out loud of course, after all it was the early 60's and the church had been part of my formative years.
My fiancé (now my husband) and I were meeting with the minister making arrangements for our upcoming wedding. The minister asked if we had a date in mind. We did. We wanted to be married on the same day that my parents had been. Straight forward. Definite. Only it wasn't. According to that minister, that happened to be a Sunday, and weddings were never on Sunday. No reasons were given. We agreed that the day before would be just as good ~only of course it wasn't! And that is my first memory of the church assuming the it knew best and that one size fits all. Of course, although I didn't know it then, that wasn't to be the last time.

One Holy Week, a long-standing member of our church died. His family wanted the service in the church on Holy Saturday. It made sense to them. Family was already coming from a distance for Easter. No way, said the priest. The best she could suggest (and then as a favour) was Easter Monday. I had now been part of the church for 50 years and had observed many Easters, and somehow again I thought ‘Really???’ I had thought either Good Friday or Easter Saturday would be the time for a funeral, fitting in so well with the somber mood of the services at that time.
And just as recently as last summer, I was shaking my head again, as once more the Anglican Church proved itself to be dragging its feet over a topic that society as a whole as moved on from: same-sex marriage.

Let’s hope the institutional church listens to the voice of Karl Barth, who said: “Faith in God's revelation has nothing to do with an ideology which glorifies the status quo.”
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