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
- Dante’s Divine Comedy; Anthony Esolen
- Sixteen Plays; by William Shakespeare
- Collected Poems & Prose; Robert Frost
- Dylan’s Visions of Sin; Christopher Ricks
- The Lyrics 1961-2012; by Bob Dylan
- Kristin Lavransdatter; Sigrid Undset
- The Chronicles of Narnia; C.S. Lewis
- Camille Saint-Saëns and His World
- Night’s Bright Darkness; Sally Read
- Whose Religion is Christianity; Sanneh
- In Defense of Purity; D. Hildebrand
- Ancient World History; Susan Bauer
- Veritatis Splendor; Saint John Paul II
- Ezekiel commentary; Robert Jenson
- 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.