St James Church, London

"They built this without the equipment we have today!"

This is absolutely true! My American friend who saw this photo of St James was blown away by the creativity, patience, and talent of so many hard-working British workmen and women. And it is all to a Purpose, you know. Every nook and cranny in this magnificent church points to the Story of Jesus, giving visitors the path to salvation. You could spend a month in just this room alone, and barely even scratch the surface!

I tiptoed into the church yesterday on my way to see Kensington Palace. I love seeing Kensington Palace, dear Readers, because the Prince and Princess of Wales are there from time to time. The appearances are always unannounced, which makes people watch out for them. I am not the only one with such hopes, because when I did actually seen Prince William in 2022, sudden crowds appeared, all shouting, "It's HIM!"

He was the pilot of this helicopter, (as the Brits surrounding me claimed. They were knowledgeable, confident, and knew more than I did, so I took their word as truth.) You should have SEEN their jubilation! Their noise joined the noise of the helicopter hovering and then touching down not far from our perch beneath the trees. If you want to review the blog post all about William that day in 2022, here it is: https://sconetherapy.blogspot.com/2022/

Entering St James Church yesterday had been lovely because of the prevailing silence. The street outside had been filled with horns honking and planes departing from LAX. Inside, though, had there been a hundred people in there with me, it would have remained quiet. A holy place.

But as I gazed at the graceful arches in the front, I heard something - footsteps. I turned and saw a lady holding a cloth duster, moving from pew to pew removing fingerprints. Not that there were any finger prints available to clean. 

"Hello," I sort of whispered. She smiled the whitest, most genuine smile I thought I had ever seen. Wow. Her teeth were so straight and white I felt that no dentist had ever whitened or braced those teeth. They were simply a gift, as is.

"Do you work here?" I asked her. 

"I do, as a volunteer. You'd be surprised at all the dust that can find its way into this place."

She smiled again, and then went back to her quiet work. Someone that deeply lovely was willing to volunteer her time to shine that already shining place, and couldn't help but smile while doing it. 

Wow.

See you along the Way!

the SconeLady