An odd autobiography--written mostly in the third person. I suppose that is OK, because Muggeridge was an odd man.
I read Something Beautiful for God and wanted to find out how Muggeridge solved the problems he posed in that book when he converted to Catholicism later in life.
"The Church, after all, is an institution with a history; a past and a future. It went on crusades, it set up an inquisition, it installed scandalous popes and countenanced monstrous iniquities. Institutionally speaking, these are perfectly comprehensible, and even, in earthly terms, excusable. In the mouthpiece of God on earth, belonging, not just to history, but to everlasting truth, they are not to be defended. At least, not by me."
"Today, there is the additional circumstance that the Church, for inscrutable reasons of its own, has decided to have a reformation just when the previous one--Luther's--is finally running into the sand. I make no judgment about something which, as a non-member, is no concern of mine; but if I were a member, then I should be forced to say that, in my opinion, if men were to be stationed at the doors of churches with whips to drive worshipers away, or inside the religious orders specifically to discourage vocations, or among the clergy to spread alarm and despondency, they could not hope to be as effective in achieving these ends as are trends and policies seemingly now dominant within the Church. Feeling so, it would be preposterous to seek admission, more particularly as, if the ecumenical course is fully run, luminaries of the Church to which I nominally belong, like the former Bishop of Woolwich, for whom--putting it mildly--I have little regard, will in due course take their place in the Roman Catholic hierarchy among the heirs of St. Peter."
He didn't really solve any of these problems. He seems to have decided to take what is good in Catholicism, especially the sacrament of Communion, and leave his complaints aside.
I find this prayer from the Foreword very moving and apt:
God, humble my pride,
extinguish the last stirrings of my ego,
obliterate whatever remains of worldly ambition and carnality,
and in these last days of my mortal existence,
help me to serve only Thy purposes,
to speak and to write only Thy words,
to think only Thy thoughts,
to have no other prayer than "Thy will be done."