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5 Thoughts For Today

5. Actually, I don't think marriage is the best remedy for lust. Chastity is the best one. The opposite of a vice is its corresponding virtue. It shouldn't take a feminist to say that you ought not use a woman's body to indulge your own inordinate desires. I'm preaching to myself as much as anyone. But it should be said.

4. "Complementarian". You keep using that word. I don't think it means what you think it means.

3. Because underneath all of the frustration, if we are speaking frankly, is a much deeper desire to be loved and in some way, understood. Sex can be a part of that, but only a part. And that loneliness is the longing for Home, and you can't find that here. Except in part again, in Mass, in union with the Holy Father. Good news and bad news.

2. For all the chatter that the Church teaches a "religion of self-effort," all I keep hearing and experiencing is a deeper meditation on, "Apart from me, you can do nothing."

1. So it's time to say it. People like Jerry Bridges and whoever else, who seem to believe that the true catholic and apostolic faith is a fearful performance treadmill, simply have no idea what they are talking about. I didn't even really know what grace was, until I entered full communion with the Church. The purveyors of "full assurance" are selling lies, and this has been shown by experience.

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