An acquaintance of my wife was talking to her about her church, a prominent Anglican parish in Oakville, and about how unhappy she was that it was watering down the Gospel: it is promoting Chrislam, among other things.

She isn’t the type of person to make a fuss, complain or confront the church’s leaders; at some point she will just quietly leave.

And that’s how Anglican inclusion works. Anyone who actually believes that Christianity is true – is a Christian, in other words – is made to feel so uncomfortable at the onslaught of syncretic babble that flows so effortlessly from the pulpit, that their distress compels them to depart.

What is left is an exclusive club of likeminded zealots with little left to celebrate other than the self-congratulatory myopia so characteristic of those who pride themselves on their tolerance.