Caelius Spinator Maritus

This is my first time writing on this transtemporal web log that young Caelius maintains, so you will pardon me if I am a little stilted writing in English to the folk of pre-Imperial Earth: Terra Amissa, as we would say. Our archives contain a few documents created in Word 20XX, so I have some hints on style, but I have no intention of using the many acronyms you all seem to like, ROFL, OCICBW? So much gibberish, honestly.

I am Aulus Lactinus. I gave my name to the web log address. Which means that I am the Prior of the Monastery of the Gracious Light. Which some indeed do call the Monastery of the Remarkable English Martyrs. But that's not it's legal name. In fact, its legal name is partially in Greek, if you would believe that. And we generally broadcast from Germania in the Imperium of Tupile rather than the fictional places young Caelius likes to make up. He seems to want to make a world where it is credible that he could be writing from somewhere on Earth under the cover of a futuristic identity. It's all very complicated. I am not.

I am writing, because young Caelius insisted that I document his change of his personal status from a more neutral viewpoint. To put it plainly, C. Caelius Vixpop. Spinator was married recently. We did not solemnize it here on Germania. He went to his bride's natal place on one of the agricultural worlds of the Milky Way. A delegation went from the monastery and sang the Veni Creator at the procession of the groom and groomsmen. No one had ever seen anything like it.

Am I disappointed? Hadn't I hoped that young Caelius might take another set of vows one of these days? Of course. To quote one of our dear patrons, we monks so enjoy going over land and sea to convert one new brother and then make him twice fit for hell as ourselves. Don't worry. I have made a joke.

But a good monastery exists for the life of the Kingdom in the world not for the Kingdom separate from the world. The resurgence of Anglican monasticism, the tradition from which this monastery comes, would have been incompatible with the broader tradition of the Ecclesia Anglicana Reformanda Sempiterna if it had seen itself as more than a spiritual auxiliary to the work of the larger Church. The Lord Jesus says that the teachers of the Kingdom are like householders who bring things from their storehouse both old and new. A monastery is a source of those old things. We are conservative. We hold dearly onto what we believe what was once a living stream, "a true vine out of Egypt" in the words of the Bangor Antiphonary in the hope that it still one.

But we do not consider the calling of a monk higher or lower than any other Christian. Indeed, some among the holy fathers and mothers of Egypt claimed that monasticism was an admission of spiritual weakness. We seek prayer and austerity, because we cannot trust Christ in any other way. We would be lost in the world.

So we are quite joyful about this new wrinkle to young Caelius's calling. For we believe it is of God. The hope we have is that he would take what he has learned from us into the world and find new things for his storehouse as well. And we're not so removed from the world as to dismiss the thought of honorary grandchildren out of hand.

And so you can expect the web log to continue without name change or further interruption. For one thing, young Caelius has many Homilies left to remix.