Give us this Day – The Wee Chapel

Living in area known for its orchards we were drawn to our house by its apple trees.

One of the other attractions was its outhouse which is a popular feature of houses in Ireland.

I duly named it the Wee Apple and turned into a bar.

I promptly set up a grotto too which I christened The Wee Chapel.

Me and Martin: At the Frauenkirche

All of which is my roundabout way of saying that prayer houses don’t have to be as grand as St Paul’s Basilica.

Any church you go into in Italy of course will beckon you in to pray.

This is what it’s all about… https://jimmurtytraveltraveltravel.com/2019/08/04/see-rome-on-e50/.

And https://jimmurtytraveltraveltravel.com/small-roads-lead-to-rome/.

And it’s not just us Catholics that have the best churches, as we’d like to think. Here’s the Frauenkirche in Dresden… https://jimmurtytraveltraveltravel.com/dresdens-renaissance-martin-luther/,

And the Muslims have their Blue Mosque in Istanbul https://jimmurtytraveltraveltravel.com/wham-bam-thank-you-hamam/.

Blue for you: The Blue Mosque in Istanbul

We really do find God in the smallest of things and the quietest of places, in nature and in us.

Catholic priests, who tried to say Mass during the days of Henry VIII and then again under Cromwell, would often find a hidden room in an estate.

While in Ireland it was a Mass rock.

For Muslims a makeshift prayer place can be set up anywhere.

Which way is Mecca? In Jordan

With a few stones placed in the right direction… towards Mecca.

As I found in Wabi Rum in Jordan this year https://jimmurtytraveltraveltravel.com/petra-jordan-jesus-and-the-sands-of-time/.

The Blue Cross

The reason why I’m talking about my Wee Chapel this week is because I have come back with more trinkets from my latest pilgrimage.

Of course I was falling over holy paraphernalia in Medjugorje https://jimmurtytraveltraveltravel.com/2019/10/20/give-us-this-day-confessions-and-medjugorje/.

Now Our Lady and the Blue Cross will be taking up residence in my Wee Chapel.

Which means that when I’m out picking up the apples I will say a wee prayer as I pass.

Me picking up apples?

Now The Scary One really will consider that a miracle!


Give us this day – Luther and Saxony

Dave Allen, the dry Church-poking Irish comedian would end his routine with the retort: ‘Good night and may your God go with you.’

I never questioned growing up that my God was a Catholic God.

Until I had a disagreement with my Jesuit-run school and ended up at my local Protestant school.

I, of course, took my dogma with me.

Which should have earned me a beating for telling them in religion class that they were all wrong.

But it didn’t.

I also found myself regularly in a Protestant kirk which broadened my understanding of Christianity.

And guess what, I didn’t burn.

Celebration: Of God in the Frauenkirche, Dresden

And nor did Martin Luther after the firebombing of the Frauenkirche in Dresden in the Second World War.

Luther, the Father of the Reformation, was a proud Saxon.

Although pride being one of the Seven Deadly Sins, it might be better to revise that to Son of Saxony.

And his permanence in front of the ruins of the Frauenkirche gave the Dresdeners strength in the immediate days after the bombings.

And in the forty years afterwards under Communist rule.

A proud Dresdener… and Ingrid

The Frauenkirche was eventually rebuilt just as it was before the bombings.

Dresden rebuilt

And I had the privilege of hearing the pastor of the church tell us about standing at the pillars with his father and him telling him that it would.

The resourceful Dresdeners asked their citizens to send them their wedding photographs to help them see what it used to look like.

And the son of one of the English bombers built the orb that sits on top of the Frauenkirche now. Nice touch.

Read how Dresden rebuilt itself in my review of the city which was known as the Florence of the Elbe and is again https://jimmurtytraveltraveltravel.com/dresdens-renaissance-martin-luther/. And visit https://www.dresden.de/en/tourism/tourism.php.