It’s been quite some time, but I still feel it. I never met the Queen, and was raised as far from monarchy as it’s possible to be. Yet the death of Queen Elizabeth moved and moves me to the heart and soul. It’s difficult for those outside of the circle to grasp the enormity of Queen Elizabeth’s passing. By the circle I mean those who, whatever they thought of the monarchy, saw her as a symbol of something much greater and deeper than mere pomp. She was the young woman in the uniform of the good during the Second World War, when authentic evil sometimes seemed invincible. She was the daughter of a king, thrown into public life long before she wanted. She was moderation and decency, even when neither quality seemed especially apparent in her own country. As a 63-year-old Brit, I can tell you that whenMargaretThatcher seemed intent on Americanizing and privatizing the U.K., even those on the left looked to the Queen as a rock of the best of tradition. She was known, for example, to detest apartheid and had especially firm bonds of friendship with African leaders, some of whom were committed socialists. While some members of her family acted badly, even shamefully, and there were criticisms of the royalty and of privilege, she was almost always spared attack. Not because she was the Queen, but because she was Elizabeth. Outside of fanatics and misanthropes, there’s very little criticism of her at the moment, which is not always the case when death strikes the powerful. Those nasties who are taking to social media to express their hatred and venom are actually saying far more about themselves than about her. They will be forgotten; she will be remembered. British prime ministers came and went, but she remained. Other than Winston Churchill, it was Labour leaders with whom she seemed closest. Harold Wilson, who led the country for eight years, was from a working-class Yorkshire background and was once even thought to be sympathetic to Communism. She much preferred him to his Conservative opponents. Her Christian faith was central to her life and it’s important to get this one right. The Britishmonarch – as the Supreme Governor of the Church of England – is the titular head of the English church and has special status in the Anglican Church of Canada, too. But this isn’t papal, and she played no role in the theological formation of the denomination. Respect, yes… subservience, no. Yet in an age when the public, political face of Christianity is often so loud, angry and reactionary, her approach was implicit and gentle, based on a commitment to public service. She took Christianity extremely seriously, which is different from taking it aggressively. It was revealing when commentators suggested that the homily given byU.S. Episcopal primate Michael Curry at the wedding of Prince Harry toMeghanMarkle might have surprised her, because it was influenced by African-American Christianity and lyricism. Nonsense! She’d heard that sort of preaching numerous times and delighted in it. It was the secular, doubting commentators who were shocked. We live in a cynical era, when too often lack of forgiveness is seen as strength, insult as wit and flippancy as worldliness. Partly due to her age, partly her being above the grime of daily political division and mostly because of an innate elegance and tolerance, Queen Elizabeth always seemed a timeless exception. There will probably now be a new questioning of monarchy, both in Britain and the Commonwealth, and I don’t envy her successor. It won’t be the first time that a new monarch has faced doubts, however, and the institution has survived far greater challenges than those currently swirling around. I’ve a feeling that the loss of her husband, Prince Philip, was something with which the Queen never came to terms, and the apparent disputes between her grandsons Harry and William apparently hurt her deeply. That’s very upsetting, “Each day is a new beginning,” she said. “I know that the only way to live my life is to try to do what is right, to take the long view, to give of my best in all that the day brings and to put my trust in God.” She is missed, and will be for years to come. May light perpetual shine upon her, andmay she rise in glory. As I say, I’m far sadder than I thought I would be. Opinion with Michael Coren CSANews | WINTER 2022 | 13
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