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St. Mary's Anglican Church Navan St. Mary's Anglican Church stands on the corner of Trim and Smith Roads in Navan Ontario. Everyone is welcome here!

Our community is richly diverse, with people of different ages and backgrounds coming together to worship.

Please share and invite any school-aged youth who might be interested. Everyone is Welcome.
07/05/2026

Please share and invite any school-aged youth who might be interested. Everyone is Welcome.

What’s happening?🍕 Food & snacks (no one goes home hungry)🎨 Craft making (creative, relaxed, and maybe a hidden talent o...
16/04/2026

What’s happening?
🍕 Food & snacks (no one goes home hungry)
🎨 Craft making (creative, relaxed, and maybe a hidden talent or two revealed)
😄 A welcoming space to hang out, laugh, and connect

When & Where:
📅 Friday, April 24, 2026
⏰ 5:30 – 7:30 pm
📍 St. Mary's Hall - 1171 Smith Rd Navan

No experience required, no pressure—just come as you are. Bringing a friend is always encouraged (and often makes it easier to walk through the door the first time!).
If there’s a school aged person in your life who might enjoy a fun, low-key evening, we’d love for you to invite them to come.

Don't miss our special guests this Sunday!!!
08/04/2026

Don't miss our special guests this Sunday!!!

02/04/2026

Good Friday Service 10:00 am
Easter Sunday 10:00 am

... on these two hang all the law and the prophets.
18/03/2026

... on these two hang all the law and the prophets.

WHAT EXACTLY DID JESUS THINK HE WAS DOING?
(A Coffee Lounge Conversation)

NOTE: A gentle word of warning to The Faithful (and the merely curious): this post contains actual theology. Not the decorative kind that sits quietly in the background, but the sort that may require a fresh cup of coffee, a reasonably alert mind, and possibly a biscuit of structural integrity. It is also, we should say, slightly longer than our usual offerings. But as we find ourselves in Lent—edging, as we are, towards the Cross—it felt worth lingering a little, and wondering together what, exactly, we think might be going on there.
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It was mid-morning in the Coffee Lounge, that curious hour when the place had filled with people who all claimed not to be free but had nonetheless found time for coffee.

Fr Fred was already seated with a cup that suggested long experience and low expectations. Audrey Black, Deanery Synod member and expert baker, arrived with a notebook, a handbag of formidable capability, and the composed expression of someone who had already assessed the room and found it wanting.

She sat down. They both looked at the pastries.

There was a pause.

AUDREY: I think… they meant well.

FRED: I think they began with hope.

AUDREY: And then lost their way.

FRED: Somewhere around the stage of adding fruit.

AUDREY: There are two. Possibly three sultanas, if one is being generous.

FRED: I admire your generosity.

AUDREY: I could have done better.

FRED: I have no doubt. Your Victoria sponge has resolved at least two parish disputes and one minor heresy.

AUDREY: Three, actually.

FRED: Of course it has.

(A pause. Audrey takes a sip of coffee, then straightens slightly. This is now Business.)

AUDREY: Father, I wanted to ask you something… slightly theological.

FRED: (sighs gently) I feared we might get there.

AUDREY: I’ve been listening to Tim’s sermons.

FRED: Ah.

AUDREY: He keeps saying there are… multiple ways of understanding the Cross.

FRED: Yes.

AUDREY: And he uses words. Long words. Words that arrive with coats and luggage.

FRED: Theological words tend to travel heavily.

AUDREY: Substitutionary Atonement.

FRED: Ah yes. The one that sounds like it should come with paperwork.

AUDREY: Redemption. Ransom. Moral Example.

FRED: The Big Four. Bingo. You’ve been paying attention.

AUDREY: I try to. But I’d quite like to know what any of them actually mean.

FRED: A dangerous ambition.

AUDREY: I thought you might help.

FRED: I might attempt to.

(A pause. Fred leans back, the way a man does when approaching deep water.)

FRED: Well then. Substitutionary Atonement, in its simplest form, says that Jesus takes the punishment that should fall on us.

AUDREY: (frowns) That sounds… administratively neat.

FRED: It does. Though it raises the slightly awkward question of why God needs to punish anyone in the first place, and why God then needs to punish God in order to forgive.

AUDREY: That does seem… complicated.

FRED: God is sometimes presented as running a rather severe accounts department. It's about his wrath on one side of the ledger, and his mercy on the other.

AUDREY: I’ve met the diocesan finance team. I see the resemblance.

FRED: Yes. Quite.

AUDREY: And Redemption?

FRED: That’s the idea of being “bought back.” As if humanity has somehow been sold into a kind of slavery, and Christ pays the price to free us.

AUDREY: To whom is the payment made?

FRED: Excellent question. Answers have varied. The devil. Death. The system in general. It’s never been entirely clear who’s issuing the invoice.

AUDREY: That feels… untidy.

FRED: Theology often is.

AUDREY: And Ransom?

FRED: Closely related. Jesus himself uses that word once or twice. Suggesting that his life somehow unlocks our captivity. Less a financial transaction, more a jailbreak.

AUDREY: I think I prefer that.

FRED: Most people do. It has better imagery.

AUDREY: And Moral Example?

FRED: That one says that Jesus dies to show us how to live. Or more precisely, how to die to ourselves. To love so completely that even death doesn’t interrupt it.

AUDREY: (quietly) That sounds… beautiful.

FRED: It does. Though some complain it doesn’t quite explain why the Cross had to happen in the first place. Others say his death was inevitable when Divinity meets Humanity—and when God declines to crush the opposition.

AUDREY: Are there any others?

FRED: (laughs) Plenty! But that's probably enough to be going on with. The others more or less line up with The Big Four, to a greater or lesser extent.

AUDREY: So which one is true?

FRED: (smiles) Ah.

(A slight pause. Audrey leans forward.)

AUDREY: Because this is really my question, Father. Did Jesus die for my sins… or not?

FRED: I think the honest answer is… yes. And also… we are still working out what that means.

AUDREY: That is not as tidy as I had hoped.

FRED: No. But it may be more truthful than some might tell you.

AUDREY: Go on.

FRED: It may mean he took upon himself the consequences of human sin. Not as a legal exchange, but as a lived reality. Violence, rejection, cruelty… he absorbed them.

AUDREY: So he suffered what we create?

FRED: Exactly. Which leads to another way of putting it: he died because of our sins, not so much for them.

AUDREY: Because we couldn’t bear what he was saying.

FRED: Precisely. Humanity met perfect love… and nailed it to a cross.

AUDREY: (quietly) That feels uncomfortably plausible.

FRED: It usually does.

AUDREY: And the Moral Example?

FRED: That remains. In choosing not to meet violence with violence, he shows a different way. The only way, perhaps, by which sin is actually defeated.

AUDREY: By refusing to play its game.

FRED: Yes.

(A pause. From the next table comes the unmistakable sound of cutlery meeting a very substantial breakfast.)

DOBBS: (without looking up) Sorry to interrupt.

AUDREY: You’ve been listening.

DOBBS: It’s difficult not to, when salvation is being discussed alongside a Full English.

FRED: Fair.

DOBBS: I’ve just got one question.

FRED: Of course you do.

DOBBS: How do we know which of these is right?

(A pause. Fred looks at him with the mild sympathy of a man who has heard this question many times.)

FRED: I’m not sure we do.

DOBBS: Oh.

FRED: Not in the sense of proving it. Christianity has spent a great deal of time arguing about these things.

DOBBS: I’ve noticed.

FRED: Occasionally to the point of killing each other.

DOBBS: That seems… counterproductive.

FRED: Deeply.

DOBBS: So what are we meant to believe?

FRED: Well, that’s the interesting thing. Jesus himself doesn’t spend much time explaining theories about his death.

AUDREY: He doesn’t?

FRED: Hardly at all. He uses the word “ransom” once or twice. But mostly, he simply lives… and then dies.

DOBBS: That feels like leaving the instructions out of the box.

FRED: Or perhaps trusting that we’ll understand by following rather than analysing.

AUDREY: Following?

FRED: Yes. For Jesus, faith seems to be less about holding correct ideas, and more about trust.

DOBBS: Trust in what?

FRED: In him. In his way of life. Love of God. Love of neighbour. Self-giving. Mercy. Justice.

AUDREY: The Kingdom.

FRED: Exactly. The poor lifted up. The excluded welcomed. The whole world turned gently but firmly the right way up.

DOBBS: So… faith is about doing that?

FRED: About trusting that way enough to live it.

DOBBS: Rather than having all the correct theories about it?

FRED: Even very clever theories.

AUDREY: (closing her notebook slowly) That’s rather a relief.

DOBBS: It is.

AUDREY: I was beginning to feel I needed a glossary before Good Friday.

FRED: A common condition.

(A pause. Audrey looks at her half-eaten pastry, then back at Fred.)

AUDREY: So in the end… it’s about love, isn’t it?

FRED: Yes.

AUDREY: Love is the thing that holds all of this together.

FRED: First, central, and always.

DOBBS: (thoughtfully) Even when the pastries are awful.

FRED: Especially then.

(A small silence settles over the table. Outside, the church stands in the late morning light, looking as though it has seen all of these conversations before, and is content to let them continue.)

AUDREY: (Looking disparagingly at the pastries) I think I might bake my own for next time.

FRED: That would, I feel, be a significant contribution to the life of the Church.

DOBBS: I am prepared to assist with testing.

FRED: A noble vocation.

And for a moment, at least, theology, pastries, and the Kingdom of God sit together quite comfortably at the same table.

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St Faithful’s is fictional. The affection is real.

Books by Canon Tom Kennar (including 3 volumes of 'The Parish Life' about St Faithful’s and our first novel) are available in print and e-book. St Faithful's merchandise is also available online. See https://tinyurl.com/4k9jtpbe for more about both.

AI may assist with these posts. The drafting and publishing responsibility is entirely human.

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Book your spot now before we sell out!
10/03/2026

Book your spot now before we sell out!

07/03/2026
Viva la via media!
03/03/2026

Viva la via media!

PCC AND THE BISCUITS OF DIVISION

It began at 7.42pm — just after the Treasurer’s report and just before “Any Other Business.”

Judith placed a plate of biscuits in the centre of the table.

There was a pause. Not the gentle, reflective pause of Taizé. A different sort of pause.

On the plate were bourbons.

Only bourbons.

Sally leaned forward. “Judith… is there a reason there are no custard creams?”

“They were unavailable,” Judith replied.

“Unavailable,” murmured Perry, already reaching for a spreadsheet.

Dobbs folded his arms. “Bourbons have gravitas. Dependable. You know where you are with a bourbon.”

“Exactly,” said Sandy. “You always know where you are.”

Horse, technically not on the PCC but who had popped in hoping for a biscuit, lifted one thoughtfully. “Two biscuits with a bit of cream in the middle. Sounds like most church disputes.”

Perry cleared his throat. He had data. Colour-coded.

“In the last twelve months, bourbons have appeared at 68% of meetings. Custard creams at 27%. A rogue ginger nut at Harvest.”

“We do not speak of the ginger nut incident,” said Judith.

It was Lionel who broke the silence.

“I wonder,” he said mildly, stirring his tea with liturgical precision, “whether we are in danger of a false binary.”

There it was. The phrase that has launched a thousand synod debates.

“False binary?” asked Sally.

“Yes,” Lionel continued. “Christianity is not merely chocolate or custard. We have… gradients.”

Perry’s eyes lit up. He reached for his spreadsheet again.

Judith closed her eyes briefly.

Dobbs leaned forward. “What gradients?”

Lionel gestured towards the plate. “For instance — Marks & Spencer’s chocolate-dipped bourbons.”

There was a murmur.

“Bourbons,” he continued, “but… elevated. Decorated. Slightly ceremonial. Bourbons with bells and incense.”

Sandy laughed. “High church bourbons.”

“Exactly.”

Horse nodded solemnly. “They smell faintly of Latin.”

Mary raised a thoughtful finger. “And what of the giant custard creams? You know the ones. Twice the filling. No subtlety whatsoever.”

“Charismatic custard creams,” said Leslie quietly.

“Loud,” Mary added. “Joyful. Possibly clapping.”

Dobbs looked suspicious. “Do they require amplification?”

“Only metaphorically,” Tim reassured him.

Perry was scribbling now.

“We may also need representation for the… how shall I put it… non-aligned.”

“Pink wafers,” said Horse, immediately.

Everyone turned.

“They’re sort of neither one thing nor the other,” he continued. “Soft. Slightly misunderstood. Occasionally crushed in transit. But undeniably part of the biscuit tin.”

There was a pause.

Sandy smiled gently. “I think that’s rather lovely, Horse.”

“Thank you,” he said, taking a bourbon.

“And hobnobs,” added Sally firmly. “We must not forget hobnobs.”

“Hobnobs?” Perry looked up.

“Solid. Middle of the road. Reliable. Not flashy. Not covered in chocolate unless you choose to be. They just… get on with it.”

Dobbs nodded. “Dependable.”

“Broad church hobnobs,” Tim murmured.

Judith, pen poised above the minutes, sighed. “So we are now proposing a five-biscuit model of ecclesial coexistence.”

“Six,” corrected Perry. “If we allow seasonal shortbread.”

“No one,” said Judith firmly, “is adding seasonal shortbread without notice.”

The discussion swelled.

Chocolate-dipped bourbons were tentatively categorised as Anglo-Catholic.

Standard bourbons as liberal catholic — structurally traditional, quietly reforming.

Custard creams were agreed to represent evangelicals. Giant custard creams as charismatic.

Pink wafers as those who refuse all labels but still turn up and stack chairs.

Hobnobs as the quiet, faithful middle of the road majority who keep churches everywhere going.

And then — inevitably — someone asked about gluten-free options.

Tim raised his hands.

“Friends,” he said gently, “if our biscuit plate requires footnotes, appendices, and an ecumenical working party, we may have slightly missed the point.”

Silence.

He leaned forward.

“The Kingdom of God is not uniform. It is not monochrome. It is not one flavour, one texture, one tradition. It is — if we must persist with this analogy — a generous table.”

He gestured towards the plate.

“Some like chocolate. Some like custard. Some like something pink and difficult to characterise. Some simply want a cup of tea and to be left alone. And yet — here we are. Around the same table.”

Mary nodded slowly.

Unity, without uniformity.

Difference, without division.

A plate wide enough for everyone.

Judith cleared her throat.

“Revised motion,” she read. “That the PCC shall henceforth provide a comprehensive biscuit selection, reflecting the theological, temperamental, and digestive diversity of the parish.”

“All in favour?”

Every hand rose.

Even Dobbs’.

“Carried,” she said.

Horse reached for a pink wafer.

“See?” he said cheerfully. “No need to split the church.”

And for one glorious moment, St Faithful’s embodied the deepest Anglican truth of all:

You can disagree about almost everything…

…so long as there are enough biscuits.
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Disclaimer

St Faithful’s is fictional. The affection is real.

Books by Canon Tom Kennar (including 3 volumes of 'The Parish Life' about St Faithful’s) are available in print and e-book. St Faithful's merchandise is also available online. See https://tinyurl.com/4k9jtpbe for more about both.

AI may assist with these posts. The drafting and publishing responsibility is entirely human.

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Congratulations Bishop-Elect Kathryn Otley
28/02/2026

Congratulations Bishop-Elect Kathryn Otley

The Venerable Kathryn Otley has been elected the 11th Bishop of the Anglican Diocese of Ottawa following a vote at an Electoral Synod held on Saturday, February 28, 2026, at Christ Church Cathedral Ottawa.

Bishop-Elect Kathryn Otley will be consecrated and formally installed as Bishop of Ottawa on Saturday, May 9, 2026, at Christ Church Cathedral. The service will gather clergy and lay representatives from across the Diocese, together with ecumenical partners, civic leaders, and guests from across Canada.

We give thanks for the faithful participation of all who were part of this discernment process and invite the Diocese to hold Bishop-Elect Kathryn Otley and her family in prayer as she prepares to undertake this new ministry among us.

A few lost "soles" in St. Mary's Hall. Always willing to welcome the lost, but these might be better off at their own ho...
27/02/2026

A few lost "soles" in St. Mary's Hall. Always willing to welcome the lost, but these might be better off at their own homes.

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