English tacit atheism
August 20th, 2010 ~ Orthodox perspectiveThe Elizabethan courtier John Lyly claimed that the English were God’s chosen and peculiar people. Well, if we are, this was certainly a rather peculiar choice on the Almighty’s part, as we are probably the least religious people on Earth.
So says cultural ethnologist Kate Fox in her book “Watching the English: The Hidden Rules of English Behavior.” I’ve wondered about English religious adherence — or the lack thereof — for years. That’s just more of my troublesome Anglophilia acting up again, but then again maybe not. John Mark Reynolds, for one, is of the opinion that America still mirrors English culture, with a time delay of about 50 years.
So it might be portentious that “… In surveys, up to 88 per cent of English people tick the box saying that they ‘belong’ to one or another of the Christian denominations — usually the Church of England — but in practice only about 15 per cent of these ‘Christians’ actually go to church on a regular basis.”
And she lays a share of the blame on the C of E:
It is hard to find anyone who takes the Church of England seriously — even among its own ranks. In 1991, the then Archbishop of Canterbury, Dr. George Carey, said: ‘I see it as an elderly lady, who mutters away to herself in a corner, ignored most of the time’. And this typically Eeyorish comment was in an interview immediately following his appointment to the most exalted position in this Church. If the Archbishop of Canterbury himself likens his church to an irrelevant, senile old biddy, it is hardly surprising that the rest of us feel free to ignore it. Sure enough, in a sermon almost a decade later, he bemoaned the fact that ‘A tacit atheism prevails’. Well, really — what did he expect?
Interesting comment, I thought. This is the problem I have with people wanting only the “nice” Church, the “non-confrontational” Church that stays on the safe side of every argument and out of the way of the political-correctness police. In less time than it takes to say “be ye not conformed,” the Church that has stayed out of the way has begun to make herself comfortable in that nice rocking chair in the corner.

The August heat is still bearing down heavily on us here in Missouri. But it’s pleasant enough in small doses, and I’ve succumbed to the temptation a couple times to read or just sit on the porch steps, listening to the cicadas’ rising and falling waves of metallic-sounding chatter. Most of the flowers and plants in the yard are looking fatigued, and some, like the exuberant Shasta daisy that springs up hopefully every year, are burnt beyond recognition. Even the hardy black-eyed Susans whose sunny faces I wait for every year aren’t looking quite as happy as they did last week. Bees and other friends have stopped visiting them now, and all the green things seem to be just doggedly going about the business of getting by until it’s time to close up shop.
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I considered trying to wear red, white and blue to church yesterday. Would it have been inappropriate? I couldn’t quite decide.