Well, there's an itsy, bitsy, teeny, weeny reformation going on in my house this weekend. My husband was brought up as a Catholic, a Polish Catholic and in its outworkings this is a more traditional expression of Catholicism than Catholicism today because the rest of Poland has moved on but not the Polish community who gathered here after the war.
So your Saints Day was celebrated over your birthday, fasting was required before consuming the eucharist and sins needed to be confessed in one of those wooden boxes to the awaiting priest. Mary remains a virgin despite Jesus' brothers and sisters and generally the church is ardorned in much goldleaf and with many statues and relics to whom prayers can be offered. anyone outside this expression of faith is destined for Hell!
My husband will become an Anglican in our Church tomorrow with a piece of liturgy built for the purpose and we will all clap, no doubt. He has been a closet Anglican for years, time to burst out. Direct access to God through Jesus! Wine and bread for all! Mary loved but in her appropriate place.
Please pray for us as we spend time with my husbands' parents tomorrow afternoon when we visit them after this service. From their point of view, he is rebellious, I am even more so for seeking ordination, mine is an influence rather malign because perhaps being a woman, it is I who should have become Catholic. We love our parents (in law) dearly but when their understanding of Anglicanism is so poor that they have to ask us whether we believe that Jesus is the Son of God, it requires much grace to smile and reassure them politely that yes, of course, we do.
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