Posted by Christopher Johnson | Friday, January 15th, 2010 | Uncategorized | 30 Comments
Roman Catholic(if you close one eye, look at it out of the corner of your other eye, squint and turn your head sideways) journal America awards an award to a prominent non-Catholic:
The Editorial Board of America is proud to announce that The Most Reverend Rowan Williams, Archbishop of Canterbury, is the 2009 recipient of the Campion Award. The award is given on a regular basis to a noted Christian person of letters. It is named after St. Edmund Campion, S.J., who is patron of America’s communications ministry. Last year’s award was bestowed posthumously on Jon Hassler, the novelist, who chronicled life in the upper Midwest.
A martyr of the English Reformation, Edmund Campion stirred Elizabethan England with his daring missionary efforts and the great power of his pen. His “Brag” in defense of his faith has become a classic. He was known for his faith, chivalry and unusual literary talent—qualities shared by the Archbishop Williams. Both the Roman Catholic Church and the Church of England remember Campion in their calendars of saints.
That’s not quite accurate. The baked tilapia in a white wine sauce enthusiasts(yeah, I know it’s traditionally been mackeral snappers, idiots, so SHUT UP!! It’s about damned time that we brought our pejoratives into the 21st Century) have a calendar of saints. The Anglicans have an honor roll.
Catholic saints actually do stuff now and then. Anglican “saints” are just people, Anglican or not and sometimes Christian or not, that Anglicans happen to admire.
In other news, the Editorial Board of the Midwest Conservative Journal(which would be me and an MCJ teddy bear I bought once) are pleased to announce that this year’s winner of the Ridley-Latimer Prize is Pope Benedict XVI. This prize is given to that Christian who most respects Anglican Christianity even while those represent that tradition relieve themselves all over it.
Tomorrow night, I’m going to one of Mark Shea’s tent revival shows. If you’ve never been to one, you really should go. Nothing in the world beats the ending when Mark leads everyone in that stirring old anti-Calvinist hymn “When the Roll is Called Up Yonder, I May or May Not Be There.”
But for now, I am, in honor of my Roman Catholic brothers and sisters, going to make myself a Bloody Elizabeth. Two thirds cranberry juice drink of your choice, one third vodka, a squirt of lemon juice and a cherry.
Props to FW Ken who’s seriously in danger of another Episcopal excommunication even though that will push his free agent value off the charts when he enters the market next spring. Just sayin’, man.