Churches and Churchill (day 11)

I have come to the end of this day, encouraged and uplifted by the Christianity I have seen in Oxford. Two churches offered two different approaches to worship, both memorable in their unique ways. One, St Ebbes Church of England, was lively (in a British sort of way!), had lots of young families, and terrific music and teaching. The other, Christ Church Cathedral, is also C of E, but uses the 1662 Prayer Book, and have a magnificent Boy's Choir. Candlelight; solemnity; confession of our manifold sins and wickedness. Tears were inevitable upon hearing the first pure and perfect tones emanating from those voices. Never to be forgotten.

So I experienced Him through both fellowship and glory, today, an embarrassment of riches I will treasure dearly.

I also visited Blenheim Palace, the birthplace of Winston Churchill. An astounding edifice! and I had a scone there. With jam. And (clotted) cream. To be brief, it was a cold scone, unimpressive. Enough said - at least for now.

Lastly, I had a coke at the Eagle and Child pub, where Lewis, Tolkein, and the other Inklings used to meet. It is just a great place and a great experience, being there. Incidentally, the only people there taking pictures and talking about Narnia were - can you guess? - Americans. Love them!

See you along the way!
the SconeLady