As a child I grew up in the Episcopal Church, and it was one of the most formative experiences in my life. Our church, St. James, was built in 1660 and the sense of history could be felt walking up to the building and glancing over at the many tombstones dating before the church had been built. It made one feel humbled as you would reflect on the history of this sacred place and the countless generations who had prayed there before you. The church in my mind was this one constant, unchanging and solid, in a world where everything is in flux, it was like the history in which it was immersed. Unfortunately, as I grew into adulthood my beloved church began to change. We as Anglicans have always been accepting of all people regardless of their particular circumstances. However, our church, for lack of a better term, began to pander to a small minority of congregants. Steadfast faith and firm convictions were replaced by a moral relativism. It has now reached the point where Episcopalians should just merge with Unitarians. I long for the church that I grew up in. The church of solemn ceremony, of reverance, of adherence to the scriptures and most importantly, steadfastly resisting the mecurial winds of social fashion. God pray for our church!