Sermon preached at the Eucharist, Bristol Cathedral, 26 January 1986 (I believe I remember hearing this one, and being overwhelmed by it; to my mind, it remains one of my father’s best sermons – SJC)
Any place I hang my hat is home. Now, I know it doesn’t sound like it, but I find that to be a most profound theological statement. I see it as expressing in another way, “the kingdom of God is within you.”
If there is any truth in these post-Christmas days, then it must be that Emmanuel, the Eternal Word, is continually being made flesh and dwells among us.
The cribs and Christmas trees were put away weeks ago, and the kings have long departed into their own dreams. Like Francis Thompson suggests in his poem,
“’tis ye, ’tis your estranged faces
that miss the many splendoured thing.”
But I feel that whenever I am most naturally relaxed, whenever my imagination is fired by a great work of art, music or architecture – early spring sunlight on the stones of this great cathedral – or whenever I am with those I love most deeply – at these times the Word is made flesh and dwells among us, and I am in touch with mystery.Read More »