UK Diary, Day 6
In which we worshiped at St Paul's Cathedral, hoofed it to British Museum, meandered through Kensington Gardens, and were silent before Big Ben.
Hello from the English rail line! I am writing on the train from London to Manchester. Yesterday was a full day of walking (including through Kensington Gardens, which gave us the photograph above of Hilda on a fallen tree trunk). So much so that evidently my body needed extra rest and did not wake up at my normal time of around 5 am. That wee hour has been my golden hour for writing this diary. Make a cup of tea or three, nibble on bread with butter, and the clickety-clack of typing on my laptop. Here is what this moment looks like:
And currently Hilda has moved from nursing to playing with her brother. I hope their play continues for a while. Here is some more wisdom from Evelyn Underhill:
“Since the Christian revelation is in it very nature historical—God coming the whole way to man, and discovered and adored within the arena of man’s life at one point in time, in and through the Humanity of Christ—it follows that all the historical events and conditions of Christ’s life form part of the vehicle of revelation. Each of them mediates God, disclosing some divine truth or aspect of divine love to us. Here lies the importance of the Christian year, with its recurrent memorials of the Birth, the Manhood, the Death and the Triumph of Jesus, as the framework of the Church’s ordered devotion. . . . In Christ, and therefore in all the states and acts of Christ, historical and eternity meet.” (Worship)
Here follows the account of yesterday in London:
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