Opening the outer doors to St. Peter’s this morning, and before entering the body of the church, there was an awareness that something was different. Looking towards the east end, shafts of bright sunlight looked all but freestanding.
The smell and vision of incense so evocative of the prayers that had been offered. I was transported to other times and places – college, Christmas, Cursillo, Taize, and other retreats. Times of worship and prayer, times set aside and marked for worship.
The Ethiopian Orthodox Church are in residence at St. Peter’s for their fortnight long celebration of the Feast of the Assumption. Some one will be present 24 hours a day over that period.
A different tradition from the same ancient root stock. The sense of prayer lingers as the incense dissipates.