May I tell my tale that provoked this question, as an ex-Methodist who has no real grudge against the UMC, just a sense that Anglicanism is where my wife and I "belong" -- where God was calling us to be?
I hasten to make clear that this is not an attack on Methodism, just a statement of an incident resulting from the practice of itinerancy and lack of oversight that left me a bit bitter.
I grew up living next door to the Methodist church that we belonged to -- my grandfather had bought the double house in which we lived, and later sold half-interest in it to my parents, with the idea that he (and my grandmother and unmarried aunt) would live in one half and my parents and I in the other. We were all loyal members of that church.
We went through four ministers while I was growing up -- each there for five or six years and transferred. As I came home from college, there was another pastoral change, and the man who was moved in was a strong evangelical preacher (degree from ORU) and considered a "church builder."
We found out that he was a church builder in yet another way -- his last three pastorates had gone into debt to build new buildings. And he claimed to have evidence that the large, beautiful brick building in which we worshipped was going to have foundation problems owing to a supposed filled-in canal under its foundation. (My grandparents had lived there since around 1900 and knew nothing of this, nor had anyone else in the family ever heard of that canal.)
But he managed to convince the Official Board that they needed to tear down the old building and erect a new one. And the fight over whether or not to do this tore the church apart. And my aunt, who had served in a variety of recording-secretary roles in the church for years, was thrown out because she objected to doing it -- and we were given to understand that we were welcome there only if we didn't argue the point.
My family died off during his pastorate. The sole communications we got from them were two: a relayed comment that he was offended that we had not asked him to do the funeral services for my father, because he was his pastor (although, even living next door to the church, he had never once visited my father during the years he supposedly pastored him) and an attempt to collect my deceased parents' unpaid pledge, because it was needed for the building fund.
Some time later, it was discovered that he was guilty of fraud and embezzlement, and he was defrocked by the Methodist Church, and now has a little storefront church in the same town. In 20-plus years I was a Methodist, I never once encountered the Bishop for our Area, though supposedly he had oversight for what was going on. And the District Superintendent while all this stuff was going on was chronically ill, and although he lived in the same city, he never was in contact with anyone from the church so far as I know.
My wife and I, both Methodists, married and moved away for three years during his pastorate, and joined the Episcopal Church while we were gone. When we returned to our home town, we found out about most of the above.
So that's my story. And I attribute much of it to having the denominational church moved that pastor in, and then failing to provide any oversight for him, thanks to the enormous episcopal area and the D.S.'s illness, and the Official Board having largely gone along with what the Pastor wanted.
. Then the guy who was picked turned out to be ok in the pulpit but lousy at the day to day ministering. (he also tended to be insulting to denominational Christians, but I get that a lot down here). Not to say all UMC ministers are great--we had one in NY who used the same sermons year after year. You could tell what Sunday it was by the sermon topic 
