Tuesday, 23 August 2016
"...St. Oswald's on Oglethorpe Street...lay almost in the shadow of the Minster. That most glorious of churches rose above roofs like God's personal benediction." (p. 197)
(For York Minster above roofs, see image.)
Sometimes I comment on a passage. At other times I follow a line of thought suggested by the passage. Page viewers are invited to do the same.
When in York, I meditate in a side chapel of the Minster. I have mentioned other churches where I meditate here. When Sheila and I attended Evensong in the Minster, the Anglican clergyman thanked God for the lives of the founders of the Salvation Army and of the Missionaries of Charity. That same summer, I attended devotions to Krishna at a summer camp. At a conference in London, I meditate in a prayer room mainly used by Muslims. In a nearby village, the Anglican church had closed down, the Catholic church was locked and the Methodist church had a woman putting up posters so I helped her put them up before joining my family in a Temple of Bacchus, i.e., an English pub.
"Ginny and I weren't churchgoers. With all due respect, we'd never figured out which of the world's countless sets of rites and dogmas lead to the best relationship with God." (p. 123)
Which, if any, helps you most? A couple I know agreed, when getting married, that they would go to church, that they would do it together and that he would change to hers so Kevin has been a practicing Anglican ever since. He knows that I believe differently but is not the sort of chap who gets into discussions about religion. Poul Anderson's fiction invites discussion of theology as of everything else.