|Westminster Choir Boys|
While my husband was at priesthood session for General Conference (see last post) this morning, a friend and I attended a service at Westminster Abbey.
This is one place I would love to be Resurrection Morning (or perhaps Afternoon?) - just to watch how the queens and kings of this isle behave together in one setting.
In addition to the monarchs, 30,000 others are buried within the precincts of this great abbey, first expanded from a humble abbey to Cathedral-like proportions by Edward the Confessor.
This morning my friend and I listened to the service, including beautiful choir music and read Old and New Testaments "lessons," from what is commonly referred to as "Poets Corner" together with George Elliott, Lord Byron, and Alfred Lord Tennyson.
Afterwards, I was surprised to find that alcohol was sold in the cloisters. Somehow caught me off guard - I know Jesus drank, but my Puritan-like tendencies (see previous posts on the Word of Wisdom) make me unaccustomed to associating alcohol with places of worship - strange to anyone else out there?
|Fermented Dandelion and Burdock Drink sold in Westminster Cloisters|