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Faith for Holy Places
MY WORLD was about to change, and, if not scared, I was certainly queasy when I encountered the Zouche chapel, in York Minster, for the first time. I was 18, looking at universities, and was in York to do battle — so it felt…
Faith for Holy Places
MY HOLY place is a rock on the North Yorkshire Moors, above the tiny village of Hutton-le-Hole. As rocks go, it is unremarkable: no sculpted Ice Age relic, but a landmark that stands as square and dependable as a wayside…
Faith for Holy Places
ONE day, in the summer of 1961, when I was 20, a brother with a car suggested a visit to Newland, on the edge of the Forest of Dean, not far from where my parents had retired. We viewed the splendid church — the ancient…
Faith for Holy Places
IN 2010, I flew to the Solovetsky Islands (or Solovki), within the Arctic Circle in the White Sea, ice-bound for eight months of the year, but in summer often bathed in sunlight, even at midnight. To me, Solovki had a…
Faith for Holy Places
I HAVE known many places in my life that I would call holy. To pray in Bemerton Church, near to where George Herbert lies, to walk the Shropshire hills, to kneel in the cell where Maximilian Kolbe was imprisoned before his…
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