MANY years ago I was carried to the church in swaddling clothes. I was carried there against my will and baptised at the font. I do not know if I wailed or not and those who might have a memory of that are all gone or have forgotten about the matter.
I was introduced to an organisation to which I have been faithful despite its bad history, its scandals, and glorious times. It has had its glorious times and that is well recorded in the litany of the saints.
Sometimes my confidence in the organisation has been weak, sometimes strong and sometimes normal. Like Thomas the apostle I have had my doubts. Theology is not an exact science like mathematics. Scandal never shocks me and goodness surprises me. I like the simple saints like the Cure d’Ars.