There is a joke current among those of us who fled from the collapse of Anglicanism years ago:
As a idol of the Buddha is carried down the nave of the cathedral, an
old Anglo-Catholic hold-out turns to his wife and say, "So help me,
one more thing like this, and I'm out of here."
As "high church" Episcopalians in a traditionally Low diocese, we had nowhere to go but the Catholic Church. I was worried whether my husband would accept that (he was raised Methodist even though his mom was raised Catholic - she married a P.K.)
But then he brought it up . . . so we high-tailed it across the Tiber. And here we are, just wishing we had got here sooner . ..