Lambeth Palace, the London residence of the Archbishop of Canterbury, lies on the south bank of the Thames and historically had access from the river, although no more. It is, how shall we say, the very picture of shabby elegance. From a dais raised to one side of the open entryway to the Palace the Archbishop addressed us, as did the Prime Minister, Gordon Brown, both speaking passionately and eloquently about issues of global poverty. Hellen Wangusa, the Anglican Observer at the UN, concluded the speeches with her own brief but compelling statement. To stand under the cloudless English sky among so many brothers and sisters of faith and to hear these ringing cries for a Biblical justice was one of the most moving moments of my time at this Conference. It was both humbling and thrilling to stand in such a place.
The luncheon at Lambeth and the reception at Buckingham Palace came next. I apologize to report that I don't have much to say about either of these perfectly lovely events. I could tell you menus and protocols, all of which are interesting enough. The one little detail that I will give you, from the Queen's reception, is this. Bishops from previous Lambeths have said that the chocolate cake at the Queen's tea was the best they had ever eaten, and it's all true.
When I returned to my room at 8:45 p.m., I was exhausted from a day spent either standing in the sun or else sitting on a bus.
Today a small number of Sudanese bishops and their American colleagues sat down for a private conversation over lunch, and the words we exchanged were honest but encouraging. I was able to speak some the words I have heard from you in the Diocese of Missouri, and they were graciously received. That's about all I want to write at this moment, but I do expect that there will be more to say in the near future.