Monthly Archives: March 2018
Mary Magdalene
This past Sunday the Catholic church I visited had its images covered in deep purple as is traditional at this time leading up to Easter, its altar monopolised by men. Coming in from the bustle of London on St Patrick’s weekend and finding shelter from the aggressive final snow storm of the Beast from the East, I was drawn into a controlled clerical space, then soothed by plain chant and incense and a measured silence with which I was encouraged to meditate on the mystery of Christ. Later in the …
