Twenty years ago today I got married in a 13th-century flint-and-stone church in Oxfordshire. As I was vaguely Anglican and my future husband was deeply agnostic I told him to leave the discussion with the vicar to me.
“Would he marry us?” I asked. “Of course,” replied my sandal-wearing vegan. “I’d marry you if you were Hari Krishna. This is your parish.”
At the time I was mildly horrified that he didn’t seem to care. Yet what I have come to love best about the Church of England is its extraordinary inclusiveness — or “wishy-washyness” as my fellow columnist Tim Montgomerie calls it.
David Cameron was right when he said last week that Christianity underpins this country’s heritage. The 55 signatories of the letter insisting