I know it’s terribly confusing, but there’s a movement, or a shadow of a movement, within Anglicanism that asserts catholicity for our part of the church. Scripture, creeds, sacraments, apostolic tradition, piety, liturgy, salvation, the nature of the church herself, all these and more are viewed and believed in through a catholic lens.
Now, as a part of this movement, such as it is today, I have a confession to make — and yes, make yours before Christmas, if you can — there was a time, not so long ago in the greater scheme of things, when I felt that if I didn’t have this:
St. Nicholas du Chardonnet
I wasn’t somehow cutting it. But I got this:
Rural missions in Texas. Not shrines in Boston, New York, Philly, Chicago, or even Texas, for that matter. And you know what, I don’t feel shortchanged for a moment.
Don’t get me wrong, I love a Solemn High Mass as much as I loathe, scorn and despise liturgical dance, or the monstrous regiment of priestesses, women bishop figures and associated clowns. But here’s the thing — don’t let yourself become that most ridiculous and pathetic of creatures, a church snob. God will surprise you. In my case, that’s been for the good.
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In related news, I’ve reminded the bishop that it’d make a lot of sense to put a new rule in place regarding postulants for ordination. Viz. If you can’t ride and you don’t shoot, you can’t get in.
That is all.
Your Old Pal,