30 November 2010

S Andrew's Day ...

... is not only the Patronal Festival of Scotland and of the Ecumenical Patriarchate, but also the felicitous and significant day upon which Cardinal Pole absolved this realm from schism in 1554. If you missed it, look back at the contemporary account of the occasion kindly supplied by Mgr Wadsworth in yesterday's thread. Moreover, a correspondent ("1569": is (s)he a new contributor? Lovely stuff! We could do with more of the same!) gave, also in yesterday's thread, an account of S Andrew's Day in 1569: the Absolution of the Diocese of Durham from Heresy and schism on S Andrew's Day. (Also a day, as I recently observed, to reread Eamon Duffy's Fires of Faith. Do it now before you forget.)

It is, moreover, as I keep telling you, the anniversary of the Consecration, ten years ago, of Andrew Burnham as Bishop of Ebbsfleet. In those days, the old system persisted in the Province of Canterbury of consecrating all bishops in London, and Andrew was 'done' in S Paul's Cathedral. My three main memories (apart from George Carey's dismal liturgical instincts) are of someone trying to die in the pew behind me in the South transept; of a remarkably inapposite sermon in which the preacher appeared to be making fun of the Orthodox (which is also the Catholic) doctrine of the Veneration of Relics; and of the scene, afterwards, on the steps outside.

As the custom used to be, the Consecration had been of two pontiffs for the price of one. The other consecrand was being provided to be a new suffragan for that illiberal liberal bishop, Selby of Worcester. Afterwards, at one end of the steps, a large queue formed up to kiss Bishop Andrew's ring and to receive his episcopal blessing. At the other end, the Worcester consecrand seemed to be doing a strange little ritual dance amid a small group of friends and family, intermittently yanking up his trousers to show off his Socks Of Many Colours. Perhaps he was a Mason.

I hope Rubricarius will not reveal to me that I am Rubrically Disordered because I said, after the Collect of the Day, the annual collect Deus omnium fidelium ( ... Andream ... ecclesiae Ebbesfletensi* ...) 'for the Bishop on the Anniversary of his Consecration or Translation'. These have been fun years.


All right, then, if you're so clever, how would you latinise Ebbsfleet? Bishop Keith of Richborough was much more fortunate ... or was he ... in getting a See with a genuine Latin name, Rutupia. I wonder if he ever signs '+Keith Rutup:'. Perhaps not ... for reasons not unlike those which persuaded the Bishop of Barchester to cease signing 'Bob Barnum:' once the famous Victorian circus of that name had achieved national notoriety.


melxiopp said...

The Orthodox journal Road to Emmaus has a wonderful piece about "The Astonishing Missionary Journeys of the Apostle Andrew" in its Vol. V, No. 4 (#19). It is available here:


1569 Rising said...


I feel I have achieved something quite amazing - getting a mention on the famous Liturgical Notes. I have been a daily reader for at least a year, having been guided to the most erudite of blogs from Fr Michael Brown's Forest Murmurs.

I must put right an omission from my posting on the Rising of the North, 1569. I failed to mention Fr Holmes, who was SubDeacon at the famous St Andrew's Day Mass in Durham Cathedral.

As we say in the Prince Bishopric -
"Gan canny, Father"

Fr John Hunwicke SSC, said...


antient said...

Fr John, regarding the comment about the socks, some of us Masons are very serious about our Anglican Catholicity too.

"Et in unam Sanctam, Catholicam at Apostolicam Ecclesiam" ... Amen, Amen, Amen. "So Mote It be"