I was a young child the first time I encountered the sign of the cross. It must have been on TV—probably watching The Sound of Music for the hundredth time. Having grown up in a staunchly non-liturgical evangelical home, I can’t imagine where else I would have ever seen such a gesture. It captivated me….
Finding a Fuller Table in Anglicanism
A spiritual appetite that had been slowly growing for many years fueled my journey. It was a hunger for rootedness, a desire to be part of a denomination not built on modern, nitpicky doctrinal statements but on the ancient consensus of the creeds, and a craving for what I now know to be the beauty of sacramental theology.
