So, I went to the Easter Sunday service at the Anglican Catholic church. Quite nice indeed! I enjoyed it, except the people next to me were all talking among themselves constantly, which was a bit distracting, since I was trying to follow the service.
I spoke with my mother on the phone and I told her I was attending an Anglican Church. I might as well have said I was Buddhist, the tone of disapproval was unmistakable - it was "Oh.." and not much more. Its quite painful, because I do love her very much, but she cannot see past the fundamentalist Baptist thing as being the only right way. Or the non-denominational megachurch entertainment scene would probably be more acceptable. I have completely given up being able to please her in this area. The dispensationalist, apocalyptic nonsense of what I was raised with I can never accept. Fortunately, I learned as an adult that this is not the only type of Christianity out there.