The religious order to which I have a connection limits my primary reading to two dozen books. My little library is, in a way, deep in history and consists of:
- Bible, unabridged Revised Standard Version
- The Liturgy of the Hours, unabridged
- The Confessions; by Saint Augustine
- Commentary on Job; St Thomas Aquinas
- Dante’s Divine Comedy; Anthony Esolen
- Sixteen Plays; by William Shakespeare
- Oxford Book of English Verse; 1999
- Collected Poems & Prose; Robert Frost
- Dylan’s Visions of Sin; Christoper Ricks
- Pride and Prejudice; by Jane Austen
- Brideshead Revisited; Evelyn Waugh
- The Golden Bowl; by Henry James
- Understanding Analysis; S. Abbott
- Measure and Category; J. Oxtoby
- Catholic Church History; Hitchcock
- Veritatis Splendor; Saint John Paul II
- Genesis commentary; R. R. Reno
- Exodus; Thomas Joseph White, OP
- Jesus of Nazareth; Pope Benedict XVI
- Compendium of the Catholic Catechism
I entered the Catholic Church on Easter 2007 at an age of fifty seven, having come from a charismatic Wesleyan background.
I have the luxury of largely setting my own curriculum. My own investigations center around the apparent paradox of Christologies seeming to be close together when their related Ecclesiologies are far apart.
We live in the 9th and 9th neighborhood of Salt Lake City, on the Wasatch Range in Utah at the western side of the Rocky Mountains, having moved there from the Virginia section of the Southern Blue Ridge Province in the Appalachian Mountains. I’m a member of St Ambrose parish and go there for daily Mass.