Really. This is what you worship? You have no idea that God spoke against this? Really?
Posted on 06/03/2014 9:21:29 AM PDT by statestreet
Yes, there is a unique quality, difficult to capture, that the sensitive visitor experiences in the silent old churches of New York or Brooklyn. A feeling of remoteness from the surrounding city, a somewhat musty atmosphere of a past that here somehow has not disappeared and a mysterious sense of solidarity with the tens, even hundreds, of thousands who have passed through these doors. This is especially so in the old Victorian churches of New York. The few neoclassical buildings, like St. Peter’s, are stark witnesses to us of an earlier age that has vanished. The later magnificent structures of the golden age of the Archdiocese, like Blessed Sacrament or St. Vincent Ferrer, are too artistically complete, too carefully thought out. I find myself constantly returning the structures of the earlier High Victorian age – St Stephen’s especially, but also Holy Innocents, Most Holy Redeemer or the former St. Ann’s. These churches, once grand centers of Catholicism and even of the city itself, now lie off the beaten track, sustained by small devoted congregations. They show all too clearly the ravages of time: water damage, indifferent paint and plaster work, shrines and altars that have been abandoned. Their decor ranges from magnificent windows and altars to kitschy devotions – with every age feeling entitled to add its own new devotion or shrine. Some, like St. Stephen’s are splendid architectural achievements, other like Holy Innocents represent the average parish church of the time. Best of all, by reason of their poverty, they mostly – not entirely – escaped the full ravages of the liturgical renewal.
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...an earlier age that has vanished...
I also like... “a musty.. past.. .that has not (yet) disappeared ...”
Yeah. So, which is it? :-D
How lovely. I grew up in the silent churches of Queens and Manhattan. So dark and full of old incense smoke and the feel of the cold holy water! Those heavy velvet drapes of the Confessional. Heaven.
Having a Proustian moment...
The photos are great. Pure evangelical hell, lol.
Many lovely ones in Westchester County.
You are proud of your idols.
Hee-hee! Indeed! When you vangies turn your back I do little evil dances in front of these idolatrous statues! Then I eat all the food left at the altar. After a brief rest, I resume my dancing. Exhausting!
Do yo take time in between to read your Bible?
No! I’m illiterate! I read comic books in between my idolatrous behavior.
You are not humorous, or witty. The question was, and is, do you take time to read your Bible?
None of your business!
The Bible is God’s Word to us. Why would you ignore it if you loved Him?
I’m trying to ignore YOU not God.
Ignore me. I am insignificant. What does your Creator say? Or do you even care?
I like your self-definition.
Really. This is what you worship? You have no idea that God spoke against this? Really?
I said I worshipped it in my second or third post. Don’t you remember?
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