![]() Photo 1: Chapel of King's College, Cambridge Looking east from the Cam River. |
King's College (like Eaton) was
founded by Henry the 6th* and his first concern
for both was for their chapels. He went to great lengths to ensure that King's College
Chapel would be without equal in size and beauty. Indeed, no other college chapel in
Cambridge (or Oxford for that matter) comes anywhere close. The guide book says that it
took "five kings, four master masons, and an army of craftsmen over a century to
build King's College Chapel." It is, in fact, a breathtaking sight from any angle,
inside or outside. It is the home of the famous Christmas program of "Nine Lessons
and Carols", and its choir is the origin of the King's Singers vocal group. At the
east end of the Chapel hangs the famous Rubens painting "The Adoration of the
Magi". We went to Cambridge on Sunday specifically to attempt to attend a service in the church. We learned that if we queued up at the gate by 6:00pm we could join the public group admitted to the Evensong. It turned out to be the celebration of the 550th anniversary of the laying of the cornerstone of the chapel by Henry the 6th. While waiting for almost an hour in the chilly evening, we conversed with a group of American tourists who were also at the head of the line. Again (as at St. George's Chapel at Windsor) we got to sit up in the choir stalls because we were at the head of the queue. |
![]() Photo 2: The east end of the Chapel from the south-west. The choir stalls can be seen in the foreground. The Rubens' Adoration of the Magi hangs on the far wall. |
The unforgettable musical
experience was offset only by the sermon which was the most appalling thing I have ever
heard in a theoretically Christian setting. It essentially reduced the Christian church
(at least as they practiced it there in England) to human tradition, and changeable to fit
the times, no less! And they wonder why people are leaving the church by droves and
rendering all the fine church buildings into tourist attractions and museums. Hullo?! After the service we walked the 2 ½ miles back to the railroad station because there is no bus service late on Sunday evening. After getting on the train, we learned that the main route was closed for repairs and we got off the train in a small village and took a bus through several tiny villages and byways for about half the way back to London, boarding the train again in another small village on the other side of the repair section. Then we took the Underground to Whitechapel where we got on another bus (because of the closed East London Underground line) and barely made it back to Rotherthite hostel by midnight. * You will find NO Roman Numerals in my writing as I detest them! |