Apologia pro mutatione mea, pt. IV.

As I suggested in part I, I become afraid when I talk about my experience of Anglicanism. There are so many brothers-in-ministry and living examples of a profound Catholic faith that I have left there, I would be loathe to think that any of them might consider these words an insult to their lives and various ministries. I can only re-iterate again and again that they are not. As I have tried to express in the preceding passages, it is simply a matter of me no longer being convinced that I could continue to live out an unapologetically Catholic life within the Anglican Church.

Apologia pro mutatione mea, pt. III.

Ironically, it was precisely in the context of a place like the Diocese of Saskatchewan - a place where I was free (and encouraged) to be the Anglican I wanted to be - that I began to realize my time as an Anglican would necessarily come to an end.

Apologia pro mutatione mea, pt. II.

As I have already expressed, to read Neuhaus’s words as if they were mine should be to understand that I am deeply thankful for my Anglican upbringing. Regardless of what I may now understand about the Catholic Church, I am cognizant that I would not be the kind of Catholic I am without the spiritual, theological, and aesthetical education I received as an Anglican. In fact, this is worth expanding upon at length, as so much of my religious identity depends on it.

Apologia pro mutatione mea, pt. I.

Apologies to those of you who expected something from me much earlier than this, but more than a year on, and numerous mitigating circumstances later, I think that I have finally come to a point where I might be able to say something helpful and interesting about my full, corporate entrance into the Catholic Church. This is something I hope to do in parts over the coming days and weeks. So bear with me, and enjoy….

Too Grumpy

I decided, upon reading it, that my last post was too grumpy, so I am determined to compose something brief and remedial about beer.

Nineveh’s Choice

Introduction

I’m not sure when it began, although as with so many issues, I suspect its roots are rather more complex than pithy observations can detail. In any case, it could be that it is not an issue at all, and that I am merely being reactive and melodramatic: a quintessential grumpy old man. The fact is, however, that Blair’s Britain seems to me to represent a nation in decline, and that for all her current prosperity, she is a nation whose own decadence has hardly been surpassed in history.