This evening I was looking through the book Confessions of a Convert by the early 20th century priest, Robert Benson. His thoughts on being in Rome and what that visit did to open his eyes to the divine beauty of the Catholic Church was something that I shared most intimately on my pilgrimage of prayer for direction. Visiting Rome on that Easter pilgrimage expanded my view of the Church beyond what words can describe. Below is the experience of Fr Benson whose experience I share.
Thus, in truth, a sojourn in Rome means an expansion of view that is beyond words. Whereas up to that time I had been accustomed to image Christianity to myself as a delicate flower, divine because of its supernatural fragility, now I saw that it was a tree in whose branches the fowls of the air, once the enemies of its tender growth, can lodge in security - divine since the wideness of its reach and the strength of its mighty roots can be accounted for by nothing else. Before I had thought of it as of a fine, sweet aroma, to be appreciated apart; now I saw that it was the leaven, hid in the heavy measures of the world, expressing itself in terms incalculably coarser than itself, until the whole is leavened.This was what I experienced in Rome and how I have come to experience my time in the Catholic Church in England. A sojourn in Rome has come to be a story of the making of a prince and an heir to the Kingdom of Christ Jesus. What a wonderful gift it is to be counted amongst the children of the One, Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church of God. May all the Anglicans beginning to make their journey experience the blessings of what is written above and share what I have come to learn and experience as a Catholic living in this beautiful land of England!
So day after day the teaching went on. I was a boy introduced for the first time to some great engine shed: the wheels roared round me; huge, remorseless movements went on; the noise and the power were bewildering; yet little by little the lesson was dinned into my head that here was something other than I had ever known, something I could never have learned in my quiet Northern twilight. Here were the business offices of the spiritual world; here grace was dispensed, dogma defined, and provision made for souls across the world. Here God had taken His seat to rule His people, where once Domitian - Dominus et Deus noster - God's Ape, had ruled in His despite, yet shadowing God's vicar...
And if I learned that in Rome, I have learned once more in England that the Church of God is as tender as she is strong. She, like her Spouse and her type, His Mother, views all things, sees all men, controls giant forces; yet in her divinity does not despise "one of these little ones." To the world she is a Queen, rigid, arrogant, and imperious, robed in stiff gold and jewels, looking superbly out upon crime and revolt; but to her own children she is Mother even more than Queen. She fingers the hurts of her tiniest sons, listens to their infinitesimal sorrows, teaches them patiently their lessons, desires passionately that they should grow up as princes should. And, supremely above all, she knows how to speak to them of their Father and Lord, how to interpret His will to them, how to tell them the story of His exploits; she breathes into them something of her own love and reverence; she encourages them to be open and unafraid with both her and Him; she takes them apart by secret way to introduce them to His presence.







