But where does it lead you, O Ecclesia Anglicana?

Okay, this is probably my last post for a week and a half. Probably. Unless I get bored watching the Niagara Falls or something.

The BBC Magazine has an article by a gay man who left the Anglican clergy (where are the interviews with conservative Anglicans concerned that their church is ordaining men whose lives cause open scandal?) as he found that he couldn't, as he put it, "live a lie." That comment, in itself, is interesting, but what particularly struck me was this paragraph.

A priest, though, is called to preach a gospel of love. So when you are gay, this gospel traps you. You must keep tabs on who knows about the most immediate way that God's love comes to you, which is to say with someone of the same sex.

It sounds to me like this guy's main problem—you're going to say, "Duh!"—is that he never heard the Gospel, he'd never even got to notitia, the first stopping-point on the patristic and Reformational description of faith. And this paragraph on its own gives me enough to wonder whether this "gospel of sexuality" does not in fact and of necessity give rise to a Eucharistic heresy.

I think it's worth pondering, anyway.