Authority: My Wife's Right

I said, earlier this week, that my conversion to Catholicism was odd, considering the problems I have with 'authority.'

My wife corrected me: I'm fine with authority, she said. I like authority, she said.

She's right.

Thinking about it a little, I realized that what I'd done was confuse my attitude toward pompous nitwits with a professional title and a fancy desk, with my attitude toward rational process and proven traditions. It's why I drive on the right side of the road - and would drive in the left lane if I was in a country with that rule.

It's also why I decided to join the organization whose authority goes straight back to Peter - who was given "the keys to the kingdom of heaven." (Matthew 16:18-19)

Somewhat-related posts:

• "Steve Ray, Sauk Centre, Occam's Razor, and Me"
  (February 27, 2011)
• "The Village, the Fence and the Sign"
  (December 5, 2010)
• "Why Don't I Cite 'Pastor Bob' as My Authority?"
  (May 27, 2010)
• "A Young Man With 'Old' Ideas, Vatican II, and the AmChurch"
  (April 25, 2010)
• "The Catholic Church: Authoritarian, Which Isn't Necessarily a Bad Thing"
  (October 2, 2008)