The Woodworker|May 2020
It isn’t prayer which draws me to the cooling atmosphere of an old church so much as the opportunity to stop and stare in admiration at our traditional arts and crafts. As the heavy oak door shuts me safely inside, I find myself transported to a world of masterly woodwork and masonry painted by the light of stained glass windows. The wooden roof strikes me as a sailing ship anchored in the sky, the rood screen an intricate crystalline structure of frozen time. It’s a miracle such unprofitable beauty survives in this world that puts a price on everything, where even the extinction of other species is justified on the basis that they don’t earn their keep. Today’s lesson is taken from the The Woodworker And Art Craftsman, Volume 19, No.257, May 1915. Please turn to page 109 while I vacate the pulpit.
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