"I Confess"

Since people (apparently) want to know (if it is not already obvious), I am a 'Catholic-minded Anglican'. But what can that possibly mean in the twenty-first century?

Like a lot of people in the nineteenth and twentieth century, I used to confuse that with aping Rome. In the 'Biretta Belt', one simply couldn't be too 'spikey', too Tridentine, too Ultramontane. Of course, the logical outcome of this tact, ultimately, was to abandon Anglicanism altogether and to move one's congregation to a versus populum, Novus Ordo parish. The practical outcome in most places, however, is what we see today: outwardly ritualist parishes completely devoid of order, faith, and morals. Dead end.

My earliest experiences were with what was once known as 'Prayer Book Catholicism' and to that, as well as a more intellectually 'High Church' attitude, I have returned. But only as a more advanced form of 'inner exile'. There is no institutional arrangement available to me any longer. I had some hopes for the Ordinariate (and may yet still). But, mostly, hope for some kind of organized solution is non-existent. I won't say why Roman Catholicism, Eastern Orthodoxy, or the fractured Continuum do not appeal -- as that will issue in nothing but hate and froth -- but, for me, they simply do not.

Nothing here is a condemnation of what others decide works for them. This blog concerns itself with the provisional, not the eternal, and the theoretical, not the practical. The goal? "Restoring the Anglican Mind": "a retrieval of riches" from within our "own household." (I think that there is a lot that is there, undiscovered and unmined.) Nothing more but, also, nothing less. The proof will be in the proverbial pudding. So little for anyone else to do or see here. Move along. You're free to go.

"Have I broken any laws?"
"Then I'm free to go?"