The Church of England is a compound of lights, green stoles, bad brass, C of E's Men's Society, Eucharist at eight, Matins at eleven, confession if you happen to feel like it, doctrine which forgets Paul, discipline which defies Peter, and devotion which has never heard of Mary.
A person who tries to live a life that's pleasing to God without any sacraments to help him is always in danger of measuring everything by his own effort, and becoming rather smug about his own effort. But the sacramental system, whatever else it does, ought to teach us humility.
Catholics hold Scripture is inspired, not in the metaphorical sense in which modern Protestants make that affirmation, nor yet in the limited sense that the Holy Spirit prevented the authors from falling into error. We believe the Scriptures have the Holy Spirit for their Author.
Catholic religion is more than a creed; it's a life, a warfare, a loyalty, a romance. But it's a creed too; and the assertion of it involves an intellectual responsibility. Man's intellect is part of himself, and must be represented, consequently, in the scheme of his salvation.
The difference between being merely Catholic by creed, and being a full citizen of the Catholic world, in times like these, is, if I may degrade the subject by an undignified metaphor, all the difference between merely watching a race and watching a race you have money on.
Christian law, St. Paul tells us, is not written on tables of stone, but on fleshly tables of the heart. It is not a code of directions exterior to ourselves, but a spirit with which we are to be imbued, an attitude which we are to assimilate.