Thank you so much for reading my posts here for the last two-and-a-half years. It’s with great sadness that I am announcing that I have made the decision to take down this blog.
Since we moved down from Boston to Florida last summer, we feel as though we’ve been wandering in a spiritual wasteland. To be specific, that wasteland is the Diocese of St. Petersburg, Though we’ve been blessed to meet a few great families and three or four good priests here, the overwhelming reality is that the situation here is intolerably dark. The “bishop” here, who is a wolf in sheep’s clothing if ever there was one, has seen fit to try to stamp out anything within his borders that even resembles faithful Christianity.
Without a healthy parish in which to raise our children anywhere within striking distance, we are unsure, at this point, if we will even remain Catholic. We are trying to discern our future, and ask for your prayers during this time. We will never cease to love Jesus Christ, but we may well need to seek a new place for us to teach our children to love Him too.
And so, as you can probably surmise, I haven’t the heart to continue writing here. I will leave you with a few words from G.K. Chesterton, from whose writings I took the title of this blog:
“In a time of sceptic moths and cynic rusts,
And fattened lives that of their sweetness tire
In a world of flying loves and fading lusts,
It is something to be sure of a desire.
Lo, blessed are our ears for they have heard;
Yea, blessed are our eyes for they have seen:
Let the thunder break on man and beast and bird
And the lightning. It is something to have been.“