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On Anglicanism....

Sometimes, I realize that I am Anglican in part because the Church of England has gotten under my skin and soaked down into my bones. Which makes little sense to me, because it would make far more sense for the Southern Baptist church I grew up in to have done so.

A card came in the mail today, one with "Dayspring" imprinted on the envelope (the Christian Hallmark equivalent). And I heard a Charles Wesley couplet in my head, complete with organ music.
"Dayspring from on high be near, Day-star in my heart appear."

Which I needed.

Christ, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ, the true, the only Light,
Sun of Righteousness, arise,
Triumph o’er the shades of night;
Dayspring from on high, be near;
Day-star, in my heart appear. Dark and cheerless is the morn
Unaccompanied by Thee;
Joyless is the day’s return
Till Thy mercy’s beams I see;
Till they inward light impart,
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart. Visit then this soul of mine,
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill m…