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<\/a><\/div>\nWhat follows is an excerpt from Kenelm Henry Digby\u2019s Compitum: or, The Meeting of the Ways at the Catholic Church,<\/strong> published in 1869.<\/em> Reading books like this is just another example of why I am Catholic. <\/em><\/p>\n Digby wanted to get to know his Anglican faith better. In the process, he fell in love with the history that left him no alternative but to become Catholic. Before G.K. Chesterton was even born, Digby had the same experience that prompted GKC to write, <\/em><\/p>\n I have discovered,\u00a0not that they were not truths, but simply that they were not mine. When I fancied that I stood alone I was really in\u00a0the\u00a0ridiculous position of being backed up by all Christendom. Much like Chesterton\u2019s description of \u00a0his discovering \u201corthodoxy\u201d and thus Catholicism, Digby had the \u201cI can see clearly now, the rain is gone\u201d moment.<\/em><\/p>\n It rocked his world, man.<\/em> Proceeding now through vines that skirt a new lightsome path, with yellow butterflies fluttering over them in gay profusion, we come to the great road which forms the first of those ways belonging to St. Bonaventura\u2019s fourth journey, designated from the inebriating love of eternal things.<\/p>\n We seem to have almost left the wood, so wide are here the openings, and we overtake a great company, who all seem exhilarated like ourselves, as if there were even a pleasure in watching from a distance how the sunbeams chase the shadows over the grass.<\/p>\n As men, fatigued after riding many hours in the monotonous gloom of a thick forest, suddenly are cheered and gladdened thus on coming to a space cleared away by woodsmen, where again they feel the warm rays and hear the singing birds, and see the blue hills, the bosky acres, the unshrubb\u2019d downs, and the rich scarf of slopes smiling with vineyards and villages, forming a beautiful horizon; so do I hail this issue from the shades of the dark mystic region, albeit for the last hour most majestic, through which we have lately passed.<\/p>\n The love of joy is that which impels us on this new way, true sons of Adam, \u201csoon inclined to admit delight the bent of nature:\u201d\u2014<\/p>\n \u201cAll tend to perfect happiness, and urge
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\n<\/em>From Chapter VIII, The Road of Joy<\/a><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<\/a><\/div>\n
\nThe restless wheels of being on their way,
\nWhose flashing spokes, instinct with infinite life,
\nBicker and burn to gain their destined goal.\u201d<\/p>\n