An English lady Catholic theologian, a convert from the C of E, once forced me to read John Robinson’s Honest to God, saying it was the book that ended Anglicanism over there. The English clergy read it, she said, and they all abandoned the faith.
After reading the thing I found her story despiriting beyond words. It was as if the Royal Shakespeare Company had given up Shakespeare after getting tellies and watching the soaps. Was there really so little there that a middlebrow lightweight like Robinson could have such an effect?
I was reminded of the incident by a blog entry elsewhere that has a very long extract dealing with the intellectual stature of Anglicanism in earlier times. England was once a great country, and even English religion was once great. Who can take England seriously today in any respect?