I am feeling profoundly grateful for my cathedral tonight.
I could let myself forget so easily that the church that I call home is not what it’s like there out in the Church-with-a-big-C. I could bask in the social justice and good liturgy and real inclusion and fantastic music, and in a willingness to try things and to admit when we get it wrong and when we could do it better, and I could let myself forget that actually for that all to be in one place is a diamond-in-the-rough type thing. I could let myself forget how bloody lucky I got when I almost accidentally wandered through that door.
I put myself through this and I’m willing to put myself through it again year after year because I believe that changing the Church is only ever going to happen from the inside.
But I could not do it if I didn’t have home to go back to on Sunday.
So this is just to say thank you, thank you, a million times and I mean it more than you will ever ever know, for all the people who make that home exist.