Having just recieved Mr. Pearce's fine book, I quickly read the first few chapters. The result? I learned that the Church these great writers found does not seem to exist any more--at least, in my "neck of the woods." The exact City of God that drew them to Rome, the vigor, the doctrine, the authority, the beauty, where is it now? One can find it at St. Michael the Archangel in Jacksonville, Florida, but alas, that rare treasure is many miles away. How is it that there is no such vigor, doctrine, beauty and authority in our state's capital? But, perhaps, in history, one can find hope. Reading of Queen Isabella and King Fernando, King Phillip II, Don Juan of Austria, not to mention the defenders of Tradition in the Society, all gives one the strength to hope.
One can and should hope... and meanwhile, Jacksonville is beckoning. I have known Society faithful in Britain travel great distances to Mass. It was sort of an all day affair with the Mass as the centerpiece.
It starts with Oscar Wilde at the end of the 19th century, then it speaks of many- the two Chesterton brothers, Tolkien, Benson, Waugh, Alec Guiness, and a host of others.
It starts with Oscar Wilde at the end of the 19th century, then it speaks of many- the two Chesterton brothers, Tolkien, Benson, Waugh, Alec Guiness, and a host of others.
