Fascinated by the general flappery about celebrating the mass at home, and in particular at the kitchen table. What does this tell us about our fear of the domestication, approachability, and ‘femininisation’ of God? When God God-self was found in kitchens and at tables.

And truly, not sure what Anglo-Catholic mean at the best of time, but pretty sure I won’t be it by the end of all this. Ecclesiology is really undergoing something.