On a recent Sunday afternoon, I stepped into the Cathedral before Evening Prayer in the chapel. It was the time of quiet afternoon shadows, with the western sun streaming through the stained glass windows. Flickering votive candles and the scent of incense remained from the morning celebration of the Eucharist. All converged to focus and open the sacred. (Choir member Dave Baxter took this photo of one of the west windows (a Tiffany) at a similar moment a few weeks ago):
Our buildings and even much of our liturgy are, to a great extent, ruins of Christendom, fragments of an earlier era that have survived to this one. Not unlike the candlelight and incense left from a Sunday Mass. And yet these things still have the capacity to be signs of the Resurrection. Thank God for those who work, pray,and give to keep them going in our midst.
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