The See of Canterbury is not a prize to be won, nor a platform upon which to rehearse the slogans of the age. It is the ancient guardian of doctrine, the steward of a received faith, the watchman charged with handing on—not reinventing—the deposit entrusted once for all to the saints. This moment is presented to us as one of “hope.” Hope for whom? Or hope for a managerial class that confuses numerical decline with “progress” and imagines that abandoning the faith will somehow make the Church relevant again? Read hereSee: Will Anglican communion be split over female Archbishop?