It may be thought that, since pectoral crosses are quite a recent innovation in the dress of bishops, I would oppose their use. This is generally true. I have little time for unedifying trinkets, and I dislike Anglican bishops’ wearing purple shirts to distinguish themselves. If I were a bishop, though, I actually would wear a pectoral cross every now and then.
A Huguenot cross, that is. Most of all I would wear it on St Bartholomew’s Day. Incorrigibly Protestant.