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Sunday, December 27, 2009
The Episcopalian Temptress
As I type this, I am on the Amtrak train bound for home. However, I do not return home with a light or pure heart - I have committed adultery of the most heinous kind. Indeed, I have entered into a Protestant church, St. Thomas Episcopal, to be precise. All I can say is that the carnal infatuation I experienced with carved wood and stained glass windows could only be purged by calling to mind the glory days of Catholic architecture, which only ended in about 1940, in my most humble opinion.
If you don't mind us going X-rated for a little while, I should like very much to show you some of my 300+ photos of the two churches I visited in my Christmas sojourn, the glorious St. Patrick's Cathedral and the majestic St. Thomas Episcopal. Let's just say that while many men are captivated by Playboy, I find myself attracted to carved mahogany, rood screens, high altars, and huge brass doors. Sorry for my profanity.
Below are some of the photos I took while visiting St. Thomas Episcopal, which is right down the block from St. Patrick's Cathedral.
If you don't mind us going X-rated for a little while, I should like very much to show you some of my 300+ photos of the two churches I visited in my Christmas sojourn, the glorious St. Patrick's Cathedral and the majestic St. Thomas Episcopal. Let's just say that while many men are captivated by Playboy, I find myself attracted to carved mahogany, rood screens, high altars, and huge brass doors. Sorry for my profanity.
Below are some of the photos I took while visiting St. Thomas Episcopal, which is right down the block from St. Patrick's Cathedral.
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To Bishop Clark, From His Humble Servants:
"Prince of degredations, bought and sold,
These verses, written in your crumbling sty,
Proclaim the faith that I have held and hold,
And publish that in which I mean to die."
These verses, written in your crumbling sty,
Proclaim the faith that I have held and hold,
And publish that in which I mean to die."






2 comments:
Gen: Did you get to hear the men and boys choir at St. Thomas? Next time you are in Manhattan, look up St. Vincent Ferrer on Lexington. YIKES! or Holy Innocents.
The only reason I got to St. Thomas was that the rain in Manhattan was so strong that I had to take shelter therein. I was walking to St. Patrick's, and the skies just opened up. Maybe that's just the angels crying because I was within 100 feet of a Protestant church?
I didn't get to hear the choirs - I went on a Saturday evening. Next time is going to be a church extravaganza.
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