Right then, it’s nearly summer, everyone is getting imperceptibly more cheerful as the Sun begins to fill us with Vitamin D.
So then the Royal Wedding, do you even care? Well I’ve given it thought and the answer is, I wish them luck, but I don’t think its any of my business what the future leader of the church which was founded in order to procure a divorce does near one of their faux altars. OOOOOh harsh!
Ok ok, I like Will and Kate infinitely more than his Dad and his posh floozy, but still. And let me get to the root of my antipathy, the royalty especially of the hereditary primogeniture variety is built almost entirely upon the idea of the divine right of Kings.
The Saxons elected their Kings from amongst their most powerful chieftains, elected kingship is much older than hereditary kingship at least in this country, but I suspect in others as well.
So then the only way I can tolerate the idea of monarchy is if they themselves see that they are beholden to a higher power, namely God, and this means they have to have strong religious roots in the Christian faith.
Unfortunately the Church of England is drifting inexorably down the pan of history, eagerly abandoning Christian heritage rediscovered by the Oxford movement. Catholicism of course offers much better roots than any protestant denomination could possibly pretend to contain and indeed in Catholicism a King is still beholden to the Pope.
(Interestingly I found out that English Kings until 1689 were expected to feed clothe and wash the feet of the poor on Maundy Thursday, a bit of a far cry from a couple of coins of Maundy money given to the middle classes…)
So the long and short of it is that if it were a Catholic wedding I’d be outside the minster waving a flag, as it is its not really going change my day in the slightest.
Still all the best to Will and Kate, maybe if it lasts it’ll lend some credibility and backbone to the ever weakening Anglican idea of marriage.