While trying to put some order into my bookshelves, I came across Frank Sheeds The Church and I, his somewhat autobiographical recollections of his "experience of the Church," and now I cant put it down. (The epigram is from G.K. Chesterton: "Were all in the same boat, and were all seasick.) Before I move to another point in a separate post, I reproduce the lovely poem Sheed quotes from Siegfried Sasson describing the poets conversion:This, then, brought our new making. Much emotional stressCall it conversion; but the word cant cover such good.It was like being in love with ambient blessednessIn love with life transformedlife breathed afresh, though yet half understood.There had been many byways for the frustrate brain,All leading to illusions lost and shrines forsakenOne road before us nowone guidance for our gainOne morning lightwhatever the worlds weather Wherein wide eyed to waken.