York Minster, Part Two

We walked in the rain-cleansed air on our way to the service Sunday morning.  The bells rang in the peculiar change-ringing fashion, called campanology, which we read about last year in Dorothy Sayer’s The Nine Tailors.
We joined the regular worshipers at the service in the nave. 

Funny-sad story.  I saw three men walk in together, obviously a son, father and grandfather.  I was touched by thought of generational unity and the fact of three men attending church together, and pointed them out to Curt. Look, how nice.  Sadly, when we came back from taking communion, the father and son were in the pew laughing and the son had ear buds and ipod going.  Sigh.

Again, the music was powerful.  I liked kneeling for prayer on the small pads that were provided to protect our knees from the stone floor.  Waiting in silence before worship was another good thing.  The sermon was folksy and anecdotal, not much to hang onto.  The service in the Book of Common Prayer was wonderful.  Reciting the Apostle’s Creed in one service and the Nicene Creed in the other was spine-tingling.


Full English Breakfast before the Minster.


Looking up at the central tower.


Morning service filled the front section of seats.

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4 thoughts on “York Minster, Part Two

  1. Oh how pretty you are in this photo! The setting is lovely and elegant — but you especially shine in this setting ๐Ÿ™‚ Blessings and enjoy another memorable day! ~ Laurie

  2. Yes, elegant indeed.  I love restaurants with tablecloths ๐Ÿ™‚
    About the Anglican service….I am particulary fond of their liturgy…I just cant abide the liberal political leanings of the clergymen and national councils.  I’ll bet you feel the same way.
    How many services on Sunday morning?
    Not that you have time to answer ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. I am SO GLAD you went down to York! It’s not to be missed.
    The first time I was there they were practicing for the Evensong, while I was standing, jaw-dropped gawking, the organ just filled the building with sound. I wanted to cry! 6 years later, when I was back again, one of the Fathers came out to the podium and invited all who were there to pray with him. It was a wonderful moment. Even if I disagree with their politics, we have that unity of Christ.
    The hubby and I got a milkshake at the little sidewalk café just across the square from the Minster and just sat there and looked at it while we drank the milk, it’s a truly awesome construction!
    Thank you for sharing your trip with us, I just love it!

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