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In James Cardinal Gibbon’s excellent book Faith of Our Fathers, he writes
Over the years I’ve been a Christian, I’ve read a number of books written by Protestant writers: C.S. Lewis (still one of my faves), Dorothy Sayer (I love her book *The Whimsical Christian), *J.B. Phillips, Max Lucado, Joni Erickson Tada, John Trent and Gary Smalley, Churck Colson, and many others.
I’ve learned alot from these authors and have been blessed by their writings. Yet, for some reason, I’ve found Catholic literature, whether written by older writers such as Thomas a Kempis, St Francis de Sales, St Leonard of Port Maurice, or later authors such as G.K Chesterton, Fulton Sheen, and Scott Hahn, to have more width and depth to them. There are exceptions (C.S. Lewis comes close, and is certainly more orthodox than certain Catholics like Fr. McBrien; and the few Eastern Orthodox books I’ve read are as good as Catholic literature), but I find Catholic literature to be “meatier” (for the lack of a better word) than the best Evangelical writings.
Anyone else experience this in their readings?
You will search in vain outside the Catholic Church for writers comparable in unction and healthy piety to such I have mentioned. Compare, for instance, Kempis with Bunyan’s The Pilgrim’s Progress, or Butler’s *Lives of the Saints *with Foxe’s Book of Martyrs. You lay down Butler with a sweet and tranquil devotion, filled with profound admiration for the Christian heroes whose lives he records; while you put aside Foxe with a troubled mind and a sense of vindictive bitterness.
To be fair to Bunyan, his book isn’t in quite the genre as Kempis’ Imitation of Christ. I’ve read it and found it an enjoyable read, even if the author does take a swipe at the Catholic Church in a couple places (however, in Part 2 of Bunyan’s book, one of the characters falls ill and is cured when the doctor makes a ‘physic’ made “Ex Carne, & Sanguini Christi” which the patient was “to take three at a time, fasting,” which sounds almost…well…*Eucharistic. *But I digress).A distinguished Episcopal clergyman of Baltimore once avowed to me that his favorite books of devotion were our standard works of piety. In saying this, he paid a merited and graceful tribute to the superiority of Catholic spiritual literature.
Over the years I’ve been a Christian, I’ve read a number of books written by Protestant writers: C.S. Lewis (still one of my faves), Dorothy Sayer (I love her book *The Whimsical Christian), *J.B. Phillips, Max Lucado, Joni Erickson Tada, John Trent and Gary Smalley, Churck Colson, and many others.
I’ve learned alot from these authors and have been blessed by their writings. Yet, for some reason, I’ve found Catholic literature, whether written by older writers such as Thomas a Kempis, St Francis de Sales, St Leonard of Port Maurice, or later authors such as G.K Chesterton, Fulton Sheen, and Scott Hahn, to have more width and depth to them. There are exceptions (C.S. Lewis comes close, and is certainly more orthodox than certain Catholics like Fr. McBrien; and the few Eastern Orthodox books I’ve read are as good as Catholic literature), but I find Catholic literature to be “meatier” (for the lack of a better word) than the best Evangelical writings.
Anyone else experience this in their readings?