![]() that death and despair are never the end.ĭay by day at 8am the Eucharist is celebrated at our altar here. They are a reminder that death is never the last word. The altars stand here day by day a reminder that Jesus, who died and rose again, is the heart, the centre, of our Christian faith. The altars in this church are not just another piece of furniture, a convenient place to put the bread and the wine. We also have our wooden altars, in the Teilo chapel, the Lady Chapel and here under the Majestas our nave altar.Īs we begin our liturgy you will see those of us who are priests kiss these altars, and, on solemn occasions, burn incense around them. That this is a stone table – perhaps I’ve been too influenced by Narnia and the death of Aslan. It seems to me significant that we can see the stone. ![]() We are not currently covering the High Altar with the altar frontals. Part of the work of George Pace in the rebuilding of this cathedral after the second world war. The stone altar in the Dyfrig chapel, now set aside for private prayer and where the Blessed Sacrament is reserved.Īnd also our beautiful High Altar. We have stone tables here in our cathedral church. The witch’s last words to him are “despair and die”. Aslan, the Christ figure, the great lion of the books is brought to the Stone Table, shaved, muzzled, bound and killed. It is the death of Aslan in CS Lewis’s Narnia books. The provisionality of life, its fragility, is at the heart of our humanity.Īnother, fictional, account of a death has also been significant in my life. The death of Socrates is a reminder of the seriousness of philosophy and of death. Sadly, it is hard to imagine any current philosopher creating such a stir that they would face a death sentence. The sentence of death was by self administered drinking of deadly hemlock. Socrates had been condemned to death by his fellow citizens for not teaching the worship of the gods. Somehow I had read Plato’s account of the death of Socrates. There was something noble, I thought, and still think, about the art of thinking. ![]() When I was a teenager I wanted to be a philosopher. The Death of Socrates, Jacques-Louis David ![]()
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