Posted on 04/20/2021 6:16:44 AM PDT by Hebrews 11:6
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I am in stained glass windows paradise!
They beautify buildings, they bring light inside and they tell a story. The ancient Egyptians and later the Romans, were adept in making small objects of colored glass, but it is during the Medieval times that these windows were used in churches. They became larger and more beautiful, telling stories to the people who could not read and on the idea that light was a manifestation of God himself.
During the Renaissance non-biblical scenes were introduced and these windows were used in other buildings and the private homes of the wealthy.
What can be more wonderful than sitting in a church, surrounded by walls of stained glass windows and experience the changing of the light throughout the day or the seasons? A mystical experience.
I love stained glass. I have a mobile home full of Tiffany-Style lamps, and stained glass panels hanging on the windows, as well as a leaded-glass kitchen door.
On a mobile home (trailer!) hahaha
You make me wonder how the very first vitrail came about. Who/when/how/where/why? What was the thought that led to another and another that culminated so gloriously? From The History of Stained Glass Windows:
The origins of stained glass are not certain, but ancient Egyptians were probably the first people to discover glass while making their vessels; the oldest examples of man-made glass are Egyptian colored glass beads from around 2700 BC. Stained glass windows were first used by well to do Romans in their homes in the first century AD. Early examples of stained glass windows can also be found in some of the palaces and mosques in the Middle East. In Jarrow, England at St. Paul’s Monastery, some of the oldest pieces of a stained glass window from 686 AD were found; the earliest stained glass piece presenting a picture is a head of Christ from the 10th century, discovered at the Lorsch Abbey in Germany.
Now, now, no more “lipstick-on-a-pig” self-deprecating nonsense from you, young lady. Any trailer housing you is by definition a mansion.
Well, I have never tried to put lipstick on a pig,
But I have put rouge on a HOG.
(rouge = rubbing compound for pitted aluminum)
(HOG= My Harley.)
My immense love for these windows started on a trip to France. I spent an entire day inside Sainte Chapelle, lost in the beauty that encircled me.
I did a class, cutting my own glass, applying the cam around them and creating small panels. Results were mediocre but loved every moment.
I have many books on the subject, fascinating history.
And thank you for that article, I have saved it.
lead came
Thanks for ‘splainin’ that.
I had some neighbors who were enthusiasts. They showed me how, but I’ve never attempted it.
Remember this from the J-Thread?
2/19/21
Sometimes, I tell a story that fits the topic we are studying, and sometimes the connection doesn’t seem obvious at first. The first story is one you may have read before in this thread.
Five years ago, I moved from Florida to Massachusetts, in the opposite direction of most people my age, to care for my Mom. This involved breaking a lease, quitting a Music Ministry, Giving away all my furniture (including all the gear for a 16-Track Digital Recording Studio that took up a whole bedroom), saying Goodbye to all my students and clients, and driving 1700 miles on I95 North. I arrived in Quincy MA,with my car, my guitar, my bass, my Harley, and my Dog. (There’s a Country & Western Song in there!). Less than six days later, my Mom passed away, and I had to find somewhere to live. After six months of living in one room of Mom’s house while trying to sell it, I finally found a cute little trailer in a mobile-home park on the South Shore. Now I REALLY was living like a Country & Western Song! I had the guitar, the bass, the Harley, AND a Trailer!
Anyway, every morning as I walked the dog, the front window of an abandoned trailer caught my eye. It was a stained-glass panel, about 16”x 20”, of an animal that looked like a goat. It was obviously an amateur piece, and did not have the refinement of professional stained glass. It looked as though perhaps the former inhabitant of the trailer had taken a class in stained glass, and was so proud of his achievement that he had it glazed into the picture window. It was embedded, and would take a delicate operation to remove it. Still, it intrigued me.
The inside of the trailer had been stripped bare, and it had a Sheriff’s Notice on the door condemning the property. A thought went through my mind that the window didn’t belong to anybody now, and it was just salvage...so why not just take it? But that would be stealing. So every morning and evening, I would walk by the trailer, and the “goat” would look out at me, saying...”Why Not”. And I would say, “NO.”
Three years later, an older couple bought the trailer to restore it. I befriended the woman, named Cathy, who was an artist like me. I mentioned the stained glass panel.
“Oh THAT?” she laughed. “I’m not into goats. You can have it, because we’re doing a complete demo on that wall.”
Days went by and work progressed, and one day Cathy showed up on my doorstep with the panel, which had been carefully removed from the window. I cleaned it framed it, and hung the “goat” in a sunny window in my dining room. The couple went to Florida for the Winter and ended up being unable to fly back to Massachusetts for almost eight months due to COVID. They are home now.
The second of my three stories today is one you read recently about the the Fasting in February 2020, the Pastor’s Prayer for a Live Worship team, and the seven new people who showed up at his church on the First Sunday of Advent 2020. As you recall, one man plays drums, his wife plays keyboard, another was a guitar player, his friend works sound, another is a teacher, and his wife a worship leader who knows ALL the new songs. And then there was me. I play piano, guitar, and bass, but there was already someone who plays guitar and another who plays piano, so that left the bass. It was the bass I brought from Florida, that I played when I was Music Minister at the Biker Church. So that ministry was restored, and in a big way, because although our drummer is loud, I can still hear myself. (The drummer in Florida was so loud that you could hear him on I95 while speeding by our outdoor church! LOL!)
Third story...and this just happened last night. It was snowing, and I still haven’t gotten my skills of winter driving after 16 years in Florida. Peg, the Worship Leader, and her hubby Jose offered to pick me up for rehearsal, and I gladly accepted their kind offer. The rehearsal went well, but it snowed the whole time and I was so happy to be driven home. Jose carried my bass into my living room and saw the stained-glass panel hanging in the window. It was dark outside, so the design on the stained-glass was barely visible.
Wow,” he said, “It’s the RAM CAUGHT IN THE THICKET!”
I knew exactly what he meant! The reference is to Genesis 22, when Abraham was asked by God to give up the most important thing in his life, his son Isaac. At the last minute, God provided the Sacrifice, the Ram (which is a male sheep and fits right in with our study) and spared Isaac’s life. Everything was restored to Abraham, and his Faith in God was credited to him as Righteousness.
God’s timing is not always our timing. Sometimes His answers are right in front of us, but we don’t see them right away. May these little stories bless you as much as it blesses me sharing them.
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A magnificent and solemn representation.
I do recall that but am glad at having my memory refreshed. As in your J-thread today, that is an example of God actualizing His many plans for you.
Remember these stories well, you also have a gift in writing, my dear FRiend. You bless our every day with them. God bless.
That structure’s architecture enables its windows and, to me, is every bit as fascinating as its glass. That arch-itect was a true master.
Not only the architects with their vision of beauty and grandeur but we need to think of all the workers who, with their mastery, so diligently worked on these projects. They remained anonymous, nevertheless they had pride and were working in honor of God.
We will never again see such accomplishments.
(((HUGS)))
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