Eighteen Years on the Inside, by David Warren

My confessor had been patient with me over a few months. He was Jonathan Robinson of the Oratory in Toronto, and when I told him I wished to become a Catholic, he looked relieved, as if I had decided to give up on a life of crime.

Curiously, I had, although I was not a criminal in the conventional, “lower class” sense. I was just an Anglican, and had been one since earlier in my adulthood. My motive for transferring my allegiance to Rome was not grand; I’d simply had enough of Anglican politics, and doctrinal decay, and could not take Protestant claims seriously anymore. …