I’m having a walk down memory lane. I love old buildings. And even though I’ve completely changed my views on religion, I especially love the architecture of old churches.
When I went to England in September I was simply blown away by all the architecture. On just about every corner in the villages and sprinkled what seemed every few miles in the countryside was a Church. The pubs were just as frequent. We’d be driving along in the middle of nowhere and boom…a pub…and a Church. We’re not talking a little old wooden church in the woods. Every one is made of stone with large wooden doors hundreds of years old.
I only spent five days there though I could have stayed five weeks. It was an amazing experience and one I’ll never forget. Having stayed through a Sunday I did go to Mass at an Anglican Church that belongs to the Church of England. This is the one that I went to.
|St. John the Baptiste Church, Midsomer Norton|
It was the first liturgical service I’d ever attended. …
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