Wednesday, September 15, 2010
A practical romance
Partly by intent but also by happenstance, this trip was also a spiritual pilgrimage, about which I’ll write more later. The Christian faith has an ancient tradition in Britain, which you can see, feel and touch in shrines like Westminster Abbey, Canterbury Cathedral, and King’s College Chapel in Cambridge. It’s also very much alive today as Nick and I discovered during contemporary worship services we attended at Holy Trinity Brompton and All Souls Church in London, and by what I experienced during a short retreat at Lee Abbey on the north Devon coast. You think differently about what it means to say that God is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow when you're standing silently in a stone church built a thousand years ago. I had a different, but equally profound sense of His presence while sitting atop a heather-encrusted moor, alone but for the distant bleating of sheep. The divine permeated many parts of my journey. The only time I felt separated from God was when Nick and I got lost in south London while driving our rental car madly around trying to find the M25 motorway. That’s when we really could have used a prayer (and a good map).