The Anglo-Papalist plow

An apostolic constitution is the highest level of decree issed by the Pope of the Roman Catholic Church. There is one on the market now, yet unpublicized (at least to my knowledge at this moment) that has already drawn "continuing Anglicans" into it's lure.

I am not comfortable with an Anglo-Papalist entity. It seems silly to the extreme. If you want to be Roman Catholic, BE ROMAN CATHOLIC. I don't understand why any professed, steadfast Anglican would, if realizing RC was to them the good and correct way, choose to just blur the lines and muddy the waters. You should open the gate and walk into the other field, not dig a tunnel under the fence. While I understand BenedictXVI's gesture, and see no ugliness or ill will in his extension, I do not understand the Anglican acceptance of it. There is no graceful way to make such a change. Why must it be embellished? Either you have the guts to stand up and take your stance, or you stay where you are. We are so afraid to choose sides, we make ourselves all the more the fools.

When I see a fork in the path, I know one path must be chosen. You should not choose two paths, and instead of taking either one try to drag an ecumenical plow between the two so they just become one big path.

The definition of plow is interesting to note at this point: an agricultural implement used for cutting, lifting, turning over, and partly pulverizing soil.

How can one say they are trying to preserve the beauty of Anglican heritage, while they are at the same time gathering energy to push the heretofore mentioned plow?

My baby girl

Funny that this post should follow the last...

My two littlest have been sick this week. Today was the first day without fevers. I have great hopes that they are past the sickness.





I however, caught on with it, or something else entirely, and am down for the count. I found out in the past few days that I am interchangeable. My better half has managed to take care of all four of the kids AND me. God bless that man!





While Elijah was sick, Ella saw fit to steal his truck.
She had the greatest time giggling and making the tires buzz as she pushed it all around the living room. I watched for a while from the couch where I was fussing and whining.

Ella Sue makes my heart glad. I would not be getting better without her many slobbery kisses.

Squawk and Oink Flu

I was going to post a bunch of business about my protests against the h1n1 vaccine.



Then I thought I could probably sum it up in one word:


CONSPIRACY!




But really, with the mercury concerns* and whatnot, I think it's best for everyone to just tough it out.

This is coming from me, though, the person who won't even get the regular flu vaccine. What can I say, I'm a rebel.




*at some point, I promise to actually give factual, unbiased, credited information on this blog. Until then, I apologize. CDC.gov or something, alright?

fruitarian

She doesn't like peas. Or any other vegetables, for that matter.

Hold on, I take that back. She loves steamed green beans, broccoli, and other soft veggies. She just hates canned baby food veggies.

Which is understandable. I found some organic apple-sweet-potato stuff that she'll accept. But she's still not a happy camper without her pears.