The day before yesterday I was confirmed. It was wonderful. Everybody's favorite bishop did the confirmation, gave two wonderful sermons and said the Mass. Everything smelled like chrism and incense. There were poinsettias everywhere, and half a million altar boys, including Jo. And of course the schola sang the Veni Creator and the Te Deum and Jon played a great li'l post. It was all marvelous, even when I was sure I was going to fall over in a dead faint (I didn't). I took the name Edmund Campion, and the bishop didn't even change it to Edmunda or somethin, ho, ho! Lydia was my sponsor. And the intelligence officers were way too busy to test us, so Lydia tested me. (I keep making references to Sgt. York and you aint even noticin, ho, ho!)
I first read about Edmund Campion in the vision book about him. Then I read Tyborne and the Gem of Christendom, and Come Rack! Come Rope! and then I was just about decided to choose him. So I did, because...(of something like the following)
He wrote heresy-bashing things.
He is so amazing.
He was a Jesuit.
He was a martyr.
He could have been good Queen Bess's head honcho, but instead he was Christ's Champion, ho, ho!
He was so educated.
He sought for the reeeeaaalll Truth.
He sang the Te Deum when he was condemned.
His last words were a prayer for Queen Elizabeth.
He was so eloquent.......(takes out handkerchief and cries salt tears)
He was called the Gem of Christendom.
He became a priest just so he could go back to England and help the recusant Papists, and he knew what his end would be all along.
He really loved England.
Queen Bess said so herself, ho, ho!
He really loved the Queen.
He really is so amazing.
We're supposed to be saints too.
Now is the end of the playing.
THIS IS IT, MEN.
posted by Mary Rose Edmund Campion