We visited The Mission San Carlos Borromeo de Carmelo on Saturday. The lasting and plain beauty of the exterior spoke of the quest for beauty in a difficult place. Inside, the Roman Catholic eye for transcendence shone all around, yet the building reflected the area it sits in.
Rough textured walls, meeting fine painting and sculptures.
Modern playground equipment adjoining tile patios.
Last year's monument overlooking last century's garden.
Phil and I walked on through the hall, looking at over two centuries of vestments that priests have worn here.
We saw a place of beauty, steeped in tradition, salted with education, but also with the bitterness of a history that we sometimes wish never happened.
We also saw the oldest library in California.
Imagine the care it would have taken to get these books to this remote place!
To me, this seems to say that reading, education, knowledge, learning, played an important role here.
Even now, the mission has a school on the grounds.
I believe that Rome has a lot of things wrong. But they worship God with majesty and a seriousness that we have lost.
We reject liturgy, we reject tradition, we reject transcendence.
My soul longs for a serious, adult, deep and wide worship that lifts my heart and my hands to the sky.