Memories, Memories of the South....

Okay, stop what you are doing and go to this site. These are more fun photos of my former seminary posted on October 1st.

See also this interview with the now rector Bishop Richard Williamson. He became rector shortly after I left, and I have always wondered how everything is fairing down there. Apparently, pretty well. I still recognzie a lot of familiar faces in these photos.

While reading the interview with the excommunicated prelate, part of me wished I can be trapped in the Roman integrist bubble again. It is like my urge to listen to the symphonic poem Don Juan by Richard Strauss or the very last scene of Wagner's Gotterdamerung when the universe catches fire; it is an urge of romantic longing, for certainty, blood, and death. Oh if I can only put away this unsettled mind of mine and just think that somewhere, someone has all of the answers! But that is not going to happen. And you all now know why.

This being said, I kick myself for not staying in seminary longer. Bishop Williamson seems like a really great guy. I once saw him celebrate Mass in socks and sandals. That was way cool. I was getting tired of our French overlords in seminary trying to make sure everything was done stiffly and properly, and the bishop's mannerisms brought a bit of eccentricity to the ordeal whenever he came to do ordinations down there. It's funny how someone who seems so erudite and fascinating can be so rigid in his theology. That is what is so great about the Church of Christ: just when you think you know everything, someone throws a wrench in the gears of your prejudices and makes you think again. Deo gratias!