I kept thinking about my faith throughout my period at Cambridge, and on into my three-year curacy at a suburban parish in the city of Nottingham, in England’s East Midlands (1980–83). I found myself plagued by doubts about my commitment to liberalism. It became increasingly clear that liberal Anglicanism often amounted to little more than a conglomerate of transient theological responses to events in the academic world. It seemed as if it had no hard theological or spiritual core. As I struggled