I've tried a few Episcopal churches here in Chicago, and recently found one I liked quite a bit. It's kind of far away, out in the suburbs, but seems to be worth the trip. But today I hung out with my parents in the morning and couldn't make it out there, so I went to the church down the street that has an evening service. It's a huge, beautiful, old church with, among other things, lots of young-adult activities, a Taize service, a strong music program, and even - this is so awesome - a knitting circle, all of which reminded me of St. Withburga's. One very small problem: it's totally not an Episcopal church.
I wondered if this was going to cause some inner conflict. But after the service, I didn't feel conflicted at all, because it confirmed for me exactly how Episcopalian I am. I need our liturgy - it's that simple. I also need the procession and the collects and the incense and the Anglican chant and the whole works, not to mention other Episcopalians. This place really does seem fabulous, and I hope they don't mind if I drop in on their knitting circle once in a while, but I guess I'm a one-denomination kind of girl. And I'm grateful to be reminded of that.
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