So, why am I a Catholic? Per accidens on account of my socialization. Per se because I believe that the Catholic Faith is true. And I love the Church who has given me this Faith. I love her as my mother, who has given me true life. And I love her as the true bride of Christ, whom He bought with His precious blood, and whom He has adorned without countless graces, with the shining jewels of the saints of all ages. I love her as I see her now, as I saw her on Thursday at the Corpus Christi procession here in Heiligenkreuz, where she appeared (to borrow a description of Bl. John Henry Newman’s [collected in Sermons Preached on Various Occasions]), “with pallium, and cope, and chasuble, and stole, and wonder-working relics, and holy images… the perfect vision of a majestic hierarchy… What an awful vitality is here! What a heavenly sustained sovereignty! What a self-evident divinity!” To live for her service is sweet and noble; to die for her would be true happiness. Thou art fair as Tirsa, glorious as Jerusalem, terrible as an army in battle array (Sg. 6:4). She is the true Jerusalem, the city of of beauty and peace: If I forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand wither! Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember you, if I do not set Jerusalem above my highest joy! (Ps 137:5-6)
Lector: LOL, you’re hopeless.
Auctor: On the contrary, it is because of my hope that I am called in question (cf. Acts 23:6).
You might also want to take a look at my and Emily Edmondson‘s #whyremaincatholic pieces.
It also seems to me that if you liked this mixed of the monastic and the intellectual, then you might want to take a look at The Love of Learning and the Desire for God: A Study of Monastic Culture.
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