“And the Queen said to Gavin . . .?


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Reverend Gavin Ashenden

Thank God that They, whoever they were, tried to muzzle the Reverend Gavin Ashenden, forcing him to resign as one of the Queen’s Chaplains.

On the other hand I think it is entirely possible that it happened the other way round. Perhaps the Queen said, “Gavin, your words of wisdom need a wider audience. Being one of my Chaplains is making it difficult for you to tell the truth without sounding controversial. Why don’t you resign and go and tell it like it is.”

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Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II

Please read Gavin Ashenden telling it like it really is on Archbishop Cranmer’s blog this morning. An elegant riposte to Martyn Percy.

Weeping, not wranting.

A truly horrible thing has happened and I feel more like weeping than ranting or wranting. How can Christians, Anglicans from the church in which I had spent my life until two years ago, behave as they have been behaving to Bishop Philip North, who has withdrawn from his nomination as Bishop of Sheffield? He doesn’t support the ordination of women, though many women clergy with whom he has worked as Bishop of Burnley, speak, not only highly but also very warmly, of him. He is a rarity, simply an old fashioned bishop, a shepherd of his sheep, and not to be tolerated in this modern world.

When I left the Church in Wales I felt a bit like a rat leaving a sinking ship. Now I realise, not just the C in W but the entire Anglican church throughout the British Isles has already sunk without trace. Is there is anything left of the broad Anglican church I grew up in? If so it has been bullied out of sight.

I was planning to wrant about the Welsh bishops’ decision to scrap Confirmation—just like that, on a nod.

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No more confirmations thanks to the nod of these two.

After Philip North’s decision I thought I would write about that instead. But I have had an interesting thought—well, interesting to me, and perhaps to other people. The two things are clearly connected.

Let me reminisce. Fifty years ago children were prepared for confirmation aged about 15 or 16. I was studying for my ‘O’ levels at the time and, in those days, many in my class would leave school that same summer. It was a great opportunity. We were in the habit of studying, we had reached a sensible age and it was a possible last chance to instil some knowledge of Anglican theology into our minds.

In a 6 to 8 week course with the local Rector, no mean scholar, we learned the fundamentals of our religion, and studied the different services in detail, and how they were constructed and why. We also studied the catechism and the 39 articles. For ‘Homework’ we had various books to read, including ‘Blue Lagoon’ by H. de Vere Stacpoole, which initially appalled my father, because of the sex in it. Since it was first published in 1908 you can imagine how racy it was. At our confirmation service the girls all wore white dresses and veils.

I don’t think there were white dresses, and certainly no veils when my daughter was confirmed thirty years later but she did have some proper training and my elder son was at  a boarding school,  which took care of everything.

Ten years on and, with hindsight, I can see the writing was already on the wall.  My youngest son was a choir boy in our local church so he was well schooled in the discipline of the services and was absorbing quite a lot of the theory as well. I remember listening to a conversation as I drove a carload of choir boys to church one evening around Easter time.

First boy: Well, of course the tomb was empty.

Second boy: Had to be, didn’t it. He’d risen.

That’s OK I thought.

But then several other Mums in the church we attended demanded confirmation classes for their daughters, five of them, aged between 7 and 10. I didn’t recognise what was happening at the time, but I do now. Their girls felt ‘victimised’. They were being treated like babies. They were being deprived. A mere blessing at the altar was demeaning. My son was encouraged to join them and, to my shame, I didn’t have the guts to say no.

However, a few days before the actual Confirmation service, he came home from the rehearsal and announced that he couldn’t go through with it.  His stumbling block was the command to turn the other cheek. In his opinion that was a gift to the bullies, many of whom he’d already encountered. I was overjoyed. He was confirmed as an adult.

What has this to do with today?  I think we have seen a terrible dumbing down, year after year, in the fundamental knowledge of what it means to be an Anglican. Virtually no Christian teaching in schools. Here in Wales not confirmation classes to impart even a minimal of Anglican truth. Now, in the 21st century, not only the laity but also many of the clergy are woefully ignorant.

And those who recognise the fact of their ignorance and limitations react like most weak people—they bully.

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Consider the hounding of Philip North. Isn’t it striking that the very people who have complained the loudest about persecution and victimisation in the past are in the forefront of the noisy attack on an educated and deeply spiritual man? As Christians, surely they should have been able to put their bitterness and resentment behind them and show us, and Philip North, understanding examples of generosity, tolerance and patience. No, not really. There is a gaping hole in the soul of the Church in England and a lot of it has to do with ignorance.

Last year the Bishop of St Asaph authorized a podcast by some of his team to explain the Church’s teaching on the Trinity.

Speaker One, a cleric, and the Director of Ministry.

“God is three persons – Holy Spirit, Father and Son. God is three and one. I don’t know how that can be but God is a mystery. I know that’s a bit of a cop out.”

Speaker Two, the Diocesan Training Officer “I think we over complicate it a bit. I used to think that God came first, then Jesus and then the Holy Spirit because that’s the way it’s kind of taught in church.” She went on to explain that her Vicar at the time that she thought that, pointed out that at the creation the Holy Spirit was already there in Genesis. ‘And the spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.’ Her comment on this sounds more like a child in a Sunday school than a member of the bishop’s team. “This is a bit of a freaky thing for me, that the spirit had been around because I thought it had only arrived at Pentecost.”

What sort of bishop thinks that is proper teaching? Almost certainly a modern bishop, totally outclassed by someone of the stature, integrity and learning of Bishop Philip North.



Just a bit of a Wrant.


River Dwyfor below Lloyd George’s Grave, Llanstumdwy, Gwynedd*

I intended to bring you all sorts of truths distilled from Tom Wright’s book, ‘Surprised by Hope’ in Lent and so far I’ve only described the Preface.

The truth is I like reading even more that I love writing. So Chapter 1 of ‘Surprised by Hope’ was a delight to the reading me and useless to the writing me. Chapter 1 re-introduced me to so many poems and poets of my youth, including Kipling and Tennyson and ‘In Memoriam’, that was last week taken care of.

In any case, the nonsense in the world continues. No, I don’t mean that. I cannot treat subjects as nonsense when they strike at the very heart of most of the things most of us hold as givens.

There are two things that have got me writing and wranting (that is a subtle spelling mistake) this week. Transgenders and Confirmation.

Today I’ll wrant about transgenders.

“Woman’s Hour presenter Dame Jenni Murray has sparked controversy after suggesting that men who undergo sex change operations are not “real women”.

The Radio 4 host, 66, questioned whether someone who has enjoyed the privileges of growing up as a man could really be a woman.”

Shock! Horror! How dare she? ‘Stonewall’, the LGBT+ charity, had plenty to say.

But Dame Jenni said that she “firmly” believes that transsexuals and transvestites… “should be treated with respect and protected from the bullying and violence”.

Of course, she does. So do I. I hope we all abhor bullying and violence.

What Jenni Murray says echoes things I’ve been thinking for some years.

This, for me, is the clincher. If a man really believes he is a woman, she will think like a woman, and therefore she will understand why women, particularly very young women and those with small girls, are uncomfortable having men suddenly popping up in women’s toilets, restrooms, changing rooms, locker rooms or whatever names such places go under these days. Looking like a woman doesn’t make you a woman. Ask Barry Humphries. To be a woman you have to think and feel and sympathize and empathize like a woman and then behave accordingly. It isn’t difficult. Most high street cafes have gender neutral loos. Prove you are a sensitive woman and use one of those, rather than trying to prove you are a woman by demanding the right to use a Ladies Only.

Like Jenni Murray I am not condemning; I am simply trying to apply a little common sense to a highly charged and often acrimonious debate. So I will try and explain to transgender members of Stonewall where I stand.

I know it’s going to be tough for you because having been born a male you have been treated differently from your first breath in ways you aren’t aware of.

You’ve also never been forced to wear high heels that cripple you throughout a long day, or put on heavy make up when you want to cultivate the ‘natural’ look. You’ve certainly never been told to look like the sort of stereo-typical woman some male numbskull in a global office or a swish hotel thinks a ‘woman’ should look like. You may be experiencing those things now and you may even welcome them because you think that makes you a woman. You’re wrong. It doesn’t. The picture of Caitlin Jenner on the cover of Vogue didn’t make her a woman. It made her look like the sort of woman that some women and a lot of men think women want to look like. Most of us don’t. We’re far too busy being, rather than just looking like, women.

You haven’t had to cope with the irrational behaviour that can accompany PMT every four weeks and you’ve certainly never spent days writhing in agony with period pains. Holding your stomach while talking to your daughter about ‘bloating’ doesn’t count.

I’m not being ‘anti’ anything. I don’t have a phobia about trans anyone. I’m just trying to point out certain obstacles that need to be acknowledged.

OK That’s Rant One. Rant two will follow in a day or two.

*Just because it is such an idyllic peaceful place to think about things.

Surprised by Hope

Every year I used to read the Archbishop of Canterbury’s Lent book. After a while I sometimes found they were a bit fluffy, and then one year the recommended book was definitely ‘Happy Clappy.’ I don’t know how he or she managed it but I was definitely distracted by the noise. After that I chose my own book and several times returned to Esther de Waal’s book ‘Seeking God,’ which is still a wonderful help for a mother trying to raise a Christian family.

I don’t know what the Archbishop’s recommendation is this year. Possibly ‘Batting Both Ways: a clerical manual’ or perhaps ‘Sex in the City (of God)’.

This year I’m going to read ‘Surprised by Hope’ by Tom Wright which I bought after seeing him interviewed on television. Its sub-title is ‘Rethinking Heaven, the Resurrection and the Mission of the Church’ and although I’ve only read the Preface so far I’ve already found plenty to make me pause. So much so that I thought I would share with you some of Bishop Wright’s thoughts. The beginning is brilliant.

“What are we waiting for? And what are we going to do about it in the meantime?”

If you ever read the Ancient Briton’s blog you will find one recent post, about the election (failed) of a new Bishop of Llandaff, which has at least 104 comments! Basically, what all the writers are asking are those same two questions. Hundreds, possibly thousands, of us have left the Church in Wales because it has been taken over by feminists and the LGBT+ brigade and has tried to justify its stance by reinterpreting the Bible anyway you like. We don’t like, so we’ve left. With luck Tom Wright will suggest something I can do about that situation.

At one level this book is about death “and about what can be said, from a Christian perspective, about what lies beyond it.” At a second level it is a “Christian reflection on the nature of the task we face as we seek to bring God’s kingdom to bear on the real and painful world in which we live.”

A bit later on he makes a comment that definitely needs pondering upon. “All our language about future states of the world, and of ourselves, consists of complex pictures which may or may not correspond very well to the ultimate reality. But that doesn’t mean it’s anybody’s guess, or that every opinion is as good as every other one.” (My emphasis)

How refreshing! I shall enjoy reading on.

A Happy St David’s Day . . .

…to Welsh men and women everywhere throughout the world. Gwyl Dewi Sant Hapus!

Also a blessed Ash Wednesday to Welsh Anglicans wherever you are.

I’ve said before that Wales is not for wimps. These photos illustrate how to keep a hospital appointment in the midst of Storm Doris.IMG_2749 (2).jpg

Our next-door neighbour/cousin drove down the lane on his quad bike. My one and only sat on an upturned bucket in the trailer usually used to carry dead sheep and I hung on for grim death.

IMG_2754.jpgAfter clambering under the tree we were met by another cousin who drove us to the hospital. (In case you’re interested all was well.) By the time we returned three hours later the tree had been sort of dealt with, although it was another couple of days before the lane was passable.


It is/was an oak tree, probably between 300 and 400 years old but it didn’t belong to us so our first task was to find whose tree it was. The tenant farmer is John Clwyd. Of course, his surname is not Clwyd—and in fact I still don’t know what his real surname is. This is Wales where we have few surnames so he’s called John Clwyd because he once lived in Clwyd Cottage. For years now he’s lived somewhere completely different but so what? Everyone knows who you mean so no problem—until you need to look him up in the phone book.

I think, during Lent, one of my disciplines will be to walk down to that tree and spend time meditating on the chances, changes and challenges that mighty giant must have witnessed.


Synod has spoken—or has it?

What has happened is that the amazingly well-organised shenanigans of the LGBTI+ people appear to have triumphed yet again, because most of us go on quietly trying to live true Anglican lives and don’t have any agendas, apart from trying to do God’s will.

The vote in Synod yesterday says it all. 242 members voted to support the Report, including all but one (he made a mistake!) of the 44 bishops. They were the ones who’d been listening to the people—all of you, not just those who belong to some campaign or brigade or other. The sort of humble person who used to be known as the Man (or woman) on the Clapham omnibus.

106 of the Laity also voted to accept the Report. Of the 184 people who voted against accepting the report, one was the muddled bishop and 100 were the clergy.

If it had been a straight forward vote the Report would have been accepted but because it was done in this convoluted way the House of Clergy could claim a victory of sorts.

I read a blog the other day about those who used to participate in the church in good faith. They, too, have suffered greatly by no longer feeling comfortable in a church where they worshipped for years, and are angry and disappointed by the continuous onslaught on the church’s definition of marriage. Why, asked the blogger, are our voices not heard?

My husband could tell you why. Loud noise is usually damaging and for the last few years it has severely damaged the church.

Since I moved to live in Wales I have had little opinion of Welsh bishops. When they don’t get their own way, they join the noisiest crowd and bang on until all the true Anglicans have left and there is no more opposition.

But these English bishops seem different. No duplicity; no mendacity.

Ed Shaw is a member of synod and a trustee of Living Out, a charity that exists to support same-sex-attracted Christians who have chosen to remain celibate. He and others like him are relieved that the bishops have upheld what they say is the biblical position on marriage.

“I think the Church of England has carefully listened,” he said. “I think the Church has also come to the settled view of what Christians have always believed down the centuries and what most Christians believe around the world.”

Well said, Ed Shaw. I hope you’re right.

Wouldn’t it be lovely if it suddenly went very quiet and we could again hope to hear that still small voice.

…full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

On Sunday morning I decided to give up blogging. The night before I had seen the former Bishop of Worcester using the word betrayed about people who are Gay or Lesbian Christians. He and 13 other retired bishops had responded to a report by current bishops to Synod on the subject of, of course, Same Sex Marriage.

Everything I read seems to point to a terrible lack of truth and honesty at the very core of the Anglican church. Why should I bother to blog? Who needs that amount of grief at my age?

Then several things happened.

First of all, I woke up to a church service on my husband’s ancient, distorted clock radio, droning out a hymn. At which point I burst into tears. It was a hymn I used to love, ‘I cannot tell,’ to the tune Danny Boy—a tear jerker at the best of times—and reminded me of how much I miss the hymns in church along with so much else.

So I found it on YouTube! And while I listened, these words, in particular, struck me. 

‘I cannot tell how he will win the nations, how he will claim his earthly heritage,                                 how satisfy the needs and aspirations of east and west, of sinner and of sage.’

But this I know, His will will be done.

So I dried my eyes, read the service of Matins and then I listened to a sermon. http://www.transformingminds.im

And what a sermon. Reverend Jules Gomes preaching, for 25 minutes, on, believe it not, Discipline and Punishment. Honestly! In the 21st century! No wonder his Bishop bullied him out of the church! He’s the bishop that cut the Devil out of baptismal services. If only the Devil could be got rid of so easily.

The next thing was an e mail from my son in Dubai sending me a link to the retired bishops’ letter.  He thought it bizarre and was looking forward to my blog on the subject. This was followed by another similar e mail from a clerical friend in Cardiff. He is always encouraging although he attends one of the churches which is sticking to Anglican truths—and thriving, needless-to-say—despite all that Llandaff has thrown at it.

Finally, the one and only husband spoke up. What he would really like is for all supporters of SSM to be totally ignored, on the grounds that the noise they make is out of all proportion to their size and importance.

Since his life’s work was involved with noise – anything from bumblebees and snoring to submarines and Concorde – he is very aware of the damage noise can do. His other complaint was that there is too much dodgy data around the subject. I may not be an academic scientist but even I can spot dodgy data when I see it. Take this, Oasis report, “In the Name of Love”, which claims to prove that churches cause Gays to commit suicide. It cites two bits of evidence but omits a third which proves the opposite.

The letter from the 14 ex-bishops doesn’t contain any data at all, or if it does I haven’t found it among all its verbiage. Take these sentences.

‘‘Our perception is that while the pain of LGBT people is spoken about in your report, we do not hear its authentic voice. Our experience would lead us to doubt whether there was an expectation around that canons and doctrinal statements would be changed within any reasonable timescale, and that focus seems to have taken far more time than it would have done if the authentic voices of lesbian and gay people had been allowed to express the major focus of their hopes, but you might not have had to spend as much time explaining why if those other voices had been allowed to come through more clearly.’

Authentic seems to be the important word here and although I thought I knew what it meant I looked it up to check. Genuine. Real. True. Honest. Faithful. Trustworthy.

So what exactly are the bishops saying? That the genuine, honest voices of lesbian and gay people have not been allowed to be heard? Does that mean that all we’ve heard so far is not true or faithful. Is all the evidence of gay power already in churches in some way not authentic?

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What exactly is this saying that the bishops haven’t heard?

In December, the Bishop of St Asaph, the Rt Revd Gregory Cameron, attended the premiere of a film called All One in Christ. He said then, that the film was powerful because it was a film of personal testimony, with people bold enough to speak of their complicated, sometimes rejecting, experience of the Church. “It’s a film which demands attention,” he assured us. Well it’s certainly getting attention at the moment. It’s on the big screen at Cineworld, Llandudno Junction tomorrow night, Thursday 16 February 2017, at 8.00 pm. Tickets cost £6.50.

One of the original 14 signatories of that letter is The Rt Revd Stephen Lowe, formerly Bishop of Hulme, and now a local Mission Area Leader. He should certainly know whether the film is authentic or not, since he has a starring role in it, along with +Gregory’s Chaplain to LGBT people. Surely they can’t believe this film is unreal or dishonest or untrustworthy nor that their views are not being sufficiently broadcast. This is one of the cinemas that wouldn’t screen the Church’s Christmas message in 2015 because it involved people reciting the Lord’s Prayer, so showing All One in Christ is, presumably, a real breakthrough.

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ls this authentic enough to be clear?

As I write, the lunch time news is showing the scene outside Church House, where late this afternoon Synod will debate, yet again, Same Sex Marriage in church.  Protestors are gathered outside with placards, some of which show the word Hate. Christians, which is what Anglicans try to be, can’t hate. It’s against our religion.

Dafter. Wilder. Madder!

What a year so far. Forget Trump. It’s the stuff happening in the Anglican church which is truly jaw dropping.

First it was Glasgow and the Islamic denial of Christ’s divinity in St Mary’s Cathedral. Then there was Gloucester, where an exhibition in the cathedral put Christianity on a par with all religions and none and which was opened by an Islamic call to prayer and included the following.

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The event will really be an exciting event full of firsts for the world of faith, we are assured. Oh, goody.

Then there was Llandaff. Clerical ladies dancing liturgically around a tacky, tissue paper bonfire, invoking the names of Old Testament women and cavorting in the Cathedral Close with sparklers. Lastly, ordinands in a highly respected theological college, Wescott House in Cambridge, thought it would be a great jape to hold a service with the liturgy written in Victorian Queer slang.

I’m prepared to think the Glasgow incident was an unfortunate mistake which wouldn’t have been blown up in the media if the Provost had had the sense to issue an immediate apology.

The queer liturgy in Cambridge is neither clever nor funny, nor was it a mistake by the students involved; it was carefully planned and thought out.

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Launch of MAECymru last year

MAECymru stands for Merched a’r Eglwys (women and the church), also ‘Ministry and Equality” and Mae Cymru means “It’s Wales”. What Humpty Dumpty would call a portmanteau title.

What’s so sad about the MAE stuff in Llandaff is the insult it is to the committed women clergy, most of those ordained originally 25 years ago, who still behave in the same way, quietly fulfilling their vocations, taking their services using established liturgies, visiting the sick, christening, marrying, burying, with dignity, compassion and reverence and having nothing in common with the LGBT+SSM sisterhood, but too often tarred with the same brush. Those who are unable to support women priests should at least acknowledge that, at the moment, these particular clergy are hoeing a very lonely furrow and have nothing to dance about.

Jesus didn’t need empty gestures to get his message across. No fireworks. No dancing, liturgical or otherwise. No mock bonfires. When He made a fire He cooked fish. He used simple words, so simple that these days they frighten us. We no longer tell things the way they are but the way we would like them to be. We are brilliant at obfuscation, mendacity  and gobbledygook. Jesus told it the way it is. “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” John 14:6 How could Gloucester happen after reading this?

Is it going to be like this for the rest of the year; dafter, wilder, madder? Or could today’s reading from John 15 make life plainer and simpler for us all.

“As the Father has loved me, so I have loved you; abide in my love. If you keep my commandments, you will abide in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commandments and abide in his love. I have said these things to you so that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be complete.”

O brave new world….that has such people in’t

This is NOT fake news.

I thought it must be, because it is so weird that it defies belief.  I certainly find it unbelievable, but then I do have trouble with a lot of modern life, including, so often, its absence of common sense. But surely it isn’t only the elderly who find this news definitely bizarre.

Here’s the news that is not fake.

“Doctors are being told not to call pregnant women ‘mothers’ – over fears they might offend transgender people.”

That is the advice the British Medical Association  has issued to the NHS. Yes, the same NHS which is in the news night after night because it is in, or close to, a state of Crisis. Suddenly, as you frantically cope with chaos and a lack of beds,  you are going to have to watch the very words you use. It won’t be so bad if you work in Geriatrics say, although even there I suppose there are quite a lot of people who are ‘mothers’. But it’s going to be very tough on GPs, and Maternity services will be in a state of panic in case they say the wrong thing.

Just imagine the scene, for a moment. There you are, in a Labour ward, concentrating on this precious delivery. The midwife is encouraging you in the age old way. “Come on, Mo….” She stops in panic, the emerging baby forgotten. She was about to say the forbidden word. “Come on, pregnant person……” doesn’t have the same ring about it, does it?

I do not care one iota if a woman wants to think she is a man. If she becomes pregnant and still insists she is a man I shall avoid her. I wouldn’t want to hurt her feelings or give offence, but my common sense would be so seriously affronted that I would be worried about what I might blurt out.

Women have babies and become mothers. That is what women do. Men do not have babies. I would have hoped that was perfectly obvious.

What causes me to rant and rage is this determined assault on my native language. If something as powerful and respected as the BMA can ban one of the most emotive and fundamental of all English words what will be banned next. Words like boy and girl are already on their way out in a—to me, terrifying—effort to encourage children just starting school to choose their ‘gender.’ Youngsters, eight to ten year olds, too young to judge for themselves on most things, are being fed hormones to interfere with puberty. This is “1984” and “Brave New World” happening now, with support from bishops and the BBC. And we don’t seem to care.

There is absolutely nothing democratic about any of this. An edict like this begins to smack of the totalitarian state. This directive from the BMA appears to have been issued simply in response to the perceived ‘needs’ of one 20 year old human being.  She has been legally defined as male after hormone treatment. (Oh, yes. The Law is in on this.) Now, apparently, he/she has put on hold an operation—for what I can’t imagine—in order to have this baby. I’m pretty sure that must mean she still has the female bits that matter when it comes to having babies. That is simple common sense.

Be warned. Once one person has gone down this route, no matter how much the legal definition of “Male” flies in the face of the bleeding obvious, several others will follow. There will never be enough of these transgender pregnant people to justify banishing some of the most fundamental words in the English language but don’t bank on it. People who seem unable to see beyond their sex and gender agenda are a fiercely powerful lobby.






This is an unhappy follow up on my last post.

In Glasgow’s St Mary’s Cathedral a woman recites from the Quran denying the divinity of Christ during an Epiphany Eucharist.

I’ll pause while you think about that.

In Gloucester Cathedral there is a Multi Faith event in which all religions are welcome to take part, including Witches, Druids and Pagans.

Stop again and have another think about the incomprehensibility of that.

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Reverend Kelvin Holdsworth 

After the Glasgow gaffe, by Kelvin Holdsworth, the Provost, several theologians, beginning with Bishop Michael Nazir-Ali, who knows a bit of which he speaks, commented on the inappropriateness (to put it mildly) of this. In particular, Revd Canon Gavin Ashenden, wrote about this and spoke in a video interview with an American cleric. (YouTube Anglican Unscripted #262)  It’s well worth watching. He spoke clearly, thoughtfully and with authority, using words that were simple and direct. No theological jargon; no modern media-speak. He just explained why it was wrong.

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Revd Ruth Fitter 

Meanwhile, down in Gloucester, one of the facilitators of the multi-faith shenanigans, Revd Ruth Fitter, was interviewed by Gloucester Live. She talked a lot of muddled mindlessness but included one statement that horrified me. An event like this encourages “Christians to embrace all religions rather than spread the gospel in any way.”

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Revd Dr Gavin Ashenden

To the Church’s shame it is Gavin Ashenden who has been muzzled. Forced to resign as a Chaplain to the Queen, Defender of the Faith, for speaking the truth.