It was another busy morning as we headed to Westminster Abbey in the rain. We were hoping to cheat the system and not have to pay 16 pounds to see the abbey by going to free worship on Sunday. Though our plan didn’t exactly work out (worship attendees are limited to certain areas of the abbey), it was incredible to experience a service in such a historic place. When the choir started singing I actually got goose bumps. It sounded more like a recording than real life. The service itself was almost entirely choral, with very little spoken worship. I spent most of the time listening to the music and staring in awe at the architecture around me. If a service at Westminster doesn’t convince you of the existence of a higher power, I don’t think anything will.
The west entrance of the abbey.
After the service we spent a bit of time walking around the nave, but the ushers soon hurried us on our way. I wanted to take a picture with one of the priests, but Sophie wouldn’t let me for fear I would embarrass her. So alas, I just took a creepy picture through the gates before we headed back to Thoresby in the rain.
Westminster preist.
Two things I've decided:
1. Westminster is definitely worth the investment to take the actual tour - I'm adding it to my list as we speak.
and 2. I went to church in the cold and rain. I should get good karma (or the Christian equivalent) for that.
Inscription at the worship entrance to Westminster.
cheers,
kate.
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