It Pays to Decrease Your Vocabulary
Otherwise, you will find yourself using words like underbanked.
"[A] man . . .the other day pointed out that I was never bored. I hadn’t thought of that before, but it’s true: I’m never bored. I’m appalled, horrified, angered, but never bored. The world appears to me so infinite in its variety that many lifetimes could not exhaust its interest. So long as you can still be surprised, you have something to be thankful for." -Theodore Dalrymple
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A Collect for a Church Synod
Almighty and everlasting Father, Who hast given the Holy Ghost to abide with us forever: Bless, we beseech Thee with His grace and presence, the bishops and other clergy now assembled in Thy Name, that Thy Church, being preserved in the true Faith and godly discipline, may fulfill all the mind of Him Who loved it and gave Himself for it, Thy Son Jesus Christ our Savior; Who liveth and reigneth with Thee, in the unity of the same Spirit, one God, now and forever. Amen.
FEAST OF OUR LADY OF WALSINGHAM
Patroness of the Ordinariate of the
Chair of St Peter
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[“On the barque of Peter, those with queasy stomachs should keep clear of the engine room.”
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St Thomas Becket, Archbishop & Martyr
Ant. This Saint hath striven for the law of God even unto death, and hath not feared for the swords of the ungodly; for he hath been founded upon a firm Rock.
The men of the East may spell the stars,
And times and triumphs mark,
But the men signed of the cross of Christ
Go gaily in the dark.
The men of the East may search the scrolls,
For sure fates and fame,
But the men that drink the blood of God
Go singing to their shame.
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But you and all the kind of Christ
Are ignorant and brave,
And you shall have wars you hardly win
And souls you hardly save.
I tell you naught for your comfort
Yea, naught for your desire,
Save that the sky grows darker yet
And the sea rises higher.
Night shall be thrice night over you,
And heaven an iron cope.
Do you have joy without a cause,
Yea, faith without a hope?
from The Ballad of the White Horse
-G. K. Chesterton
The Anglican Ordinariates in the Catholic Church
Self-absorbed, promethean, Neo-Pelagian, Restorationist, Triumphalist, Rosary Counting, Liturgically Obsessive, Fundamentalist, Slave to Fashion . . . and, no doubt, much else deemed reprehensible by the unco guid.
"Two of the pubs near Oxford which C.S. Lewis frequented were The Trout and The Six Bells.
Some of Lewis's American readers had written him to inquire about his views on drinking
alcoholic beverages. His response to them was in no uncertain terms: 'I have always
in my books been concerned simply to put forward mere Christianity, and am no
guide on these (most regrettable) interdenominational questions. I do however
most strongly object to the tyrannic and unscriptural insolence of anything that calls
itself a Church and makes teetotalism a condition of membership. Apart from the more
serious objection (that Our Lord Himself turned water into wine and made wine the medium
of the only rite He imposed on all His followers), it is so provincial (what I believe
you people call small town). Don't they realize that Christianity arose in the
Mediterranean world where, then as now, wine was as much a part of the normal diet as bread?"
C. S. Lewis: Images of His World by Douglas Gilbert & Clyde S. Kilby