Lazy Christmas week – I didn’t finish my new posts so I thought for the new readers who have joined since last year I would repost this.
To those who already have read it, put your feet up and have a glass of mulled wine on me. Happy Christmas.
Tonight, miraculously, I had got my three children into a church for the first time in I don’t know when. Normally it would be easier to get them into a cold shower. Their mother was singing in a choir at a Christmas Carol concert in St Andrew’s central church in Plymouth; foregoing the Xbox and the Facebook they came out to support her.
The church stands on a spot in the city, where there has been a house of worship in one form or another since the 8th century.
In March 1941, the Church was bombed and badly damaged. Amid the smoking ruins a local headmistress nailed over the door a wooden sign saying simply Resurgam (Latin for I shall rise again), indicating the wartime spirit, a gesture repeated at other devastated European churches. That entrance to St Andrew’s is still referred to as the “Resurgam” door and…
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