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CATHEDRAL
PILGRIMAGE 2001
Cathedrals are
places of prayer and pilgrimage, and to sit
quietly in the nave of any one imparts a sense of
peace and communion with those who have sat with
you for perhaps a thousand years. During the past
year I have visited twelve: one for the first
time, some after a gap of many years and several
which I know well and to which each visit is
eagerly anticipated.
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Occasionally
one is disappointed. Everyone has his
favourite cathedral, and mine, without
doubt, is Wells as beautiful
inside as out, and set in a matchless
close. I learnt to love it by singing
there many years ago, but my visit this
summer was a disaster! It was as vile a
day as could be imagined and every school
in Somerset seemed to be making an
educational visit. There were
wet children everywhere, their worksheets
soaked and their teachers apparently
powerless to control them. Suffer
the little children? I think not! |
And there was
Southwell, normally the quietest Cathedral in the
country, as well as one of the loveliest. Alas, I
arrived on Easter Monday afternoon, right at the
end of a happy clappy pilgrimage, complete with
guitars and synthesizers all very sincere
and enthusiastic Im sure, but not for me.
Luckily, next morning, all was peaceful again,
and Pat and I could share the beauty of the
Minsters famous carvings with just a
solitary friendly verger.
My first-timer was
Lichfield, set in an attractive close in a
thriving little town, which remains surprisingly
rural. The building is all of a piece, the three
spires dominating from afar and the interior
reaching a climax with the beautiful Decorated
Lady Chapel, with its glorious 16th century
Flemish glass. St. Chads Shrine stood here
before the Reformation, decorated with colourful
statues and adorned with precious jewels. Today a
simple modern structure takes its place, much
criticised in the visitors book, yet to me
seeming wholly appropriate.
St.
Werburghs Shrine still remains at
Chester, a focus of Christian pilgrimage
in our own day. The cathedral, like the
city, shows every sign of affluence, down
to television monitors in the aisles to
give the congregation a clear view of the
altar. Yet despite the impressive
modern windows in the nave I find it
difficult to love, and an ultra-modern
version of the Lords Prayer put me
off even more! Nonetheless, the richly
carved choir stalls are some of the
finest in the land.
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York and
Lincoln have much in common they
both completely dominate their
surroundings, York by its sheer size and
Lincoln by its position at the top of a
hill. The splendour of York Minster is
undeniable, reaching a peak with the
great East Window, painted by John
Thornton in just three years (1405-8) and
big enough to cover a tennis court. It
cost £58, and Thornton received a £10
bonus for finishing the job on time! The
downside is the number of tourists, even
in March. All I have against Lincoln
a glorious building in every
sense, with a lovely atmosphere inside,
full of holiness and wonder is
that you have to pay to get in, a moot
point, I know, and one on which many
words have been written. |
Not as bad as
Canterbury though, where you have to pay even to
enter the close! And its not as if it a
particularly beautiful or spacious close either,
teeming as it is with visitors. Once in the
cathedral you follow a prescribed route: in at
the west end and out from the south transept,
thats it. Canterbury was one of those I
hadnt visited for forty years, and,
frankly, Ive no wish to go again. I know
the authorities must have trouble with the sheer
volume of tourists, but it seems to me that they
are just cashing in.
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In
contrast, Worcester and Norwich, though
not without a good number of visitors,
are havens of peace and tranquillity.
Worcester Cathedral, standing above the
River Severn, must be one of the most
photographed of them all. It contains the
tomb of King John, and in 1502 saw the
funeral of Prince Arthur, elder brother
of King Henry VIII. His wonderful chantry
is a potent reminder of what might have
happened to the history of the Church in
England had he lived. As well as its
mediaeval heritage, Worcester is rightly
proud of its Victorian additions, the
ornamental pulpit, seen all the better
for the absence of chairs in the nave,
the fine choir screen and Hardmans
West Window. |
At Norwich the
choir were rehearsing for a Choral Evensong
broadcast later in the day, I was able to sit in
the choir stalls with them and quietly enjoy the
singing. In some cathedrals you arent
allowed in the chancel, and the stalls are
frequently roped off, making it impossible to
look at the much vaunted misericords. The sun
streaming in the great perpendicular windows
makes the eastern arm of Norwich Cathedral
special, and the city, with its great civic
pride, is reflected in the life of the cathedral.
The Abbey
Church of St. Albans did not become a
cathedral until 1877, yet in its heyday
had been one of the largest and most
powerful monasteries in the land, as well
as a great centre of pilgrimage.
Substantial portions of St. Albans
Shrine remain, and revenue gained from
pilgrims ensured that the Abbey church
was sumptuously decorated. Although but a
shadow of its former self, the cathedral,
set in beautiful parkland on the edge of
the city, still contains remarkable
paintings and sculpture.
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Chichester, set
amid the bustle of busy streets, is a fine Norman
building, unique in having double aisles. It also
has a priceless collection of modern art a
painting by Graham Sutherland, a window by
Chagall, and above all, a dramatic reredos in the
form of a tapestry designed by John Piper.
Lastly, to dear little Rochester. Nestling in the
shadow of the massive Norman keep, the
cathedrals Norman nave and 13th century
choir, both reminiscent of Chichester, must have
witnessed great turmoil over the centuries, a
physical testament to the glory of God and the
focus of a living community.
I must mention
four other great churches which I managed to
squeeze in during my journeys. The mighty Abbey
at Tewkesbury, as massive as any cathedral, with
a glittering array of mediaeval tombs; the
exquisite Minster at Beverley, set like a Queen
in the heart of East Yorkshire and full of
wonderful carving; Selby Abbey, where the nave
owes so much to Durham, and which must be a
terrible drain on a small community; and
Christchurch Priory, only fifty miles from home
and possibly the least known of all these great
churches.
Like Norwich, the
sunlight streaming in through the great windows
in the chancel onto the mediaeval reredos and
choir stalls turns all our personal little hells
into heavens.
Tom
Muckley, February 2002
First
published in The Rock, the Magazine of
St. Peters, Petersfield , St. Mary
Magdalen, Sheet and St. Marys,
Buriton
tommuckley.co.uk
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