The shortest day of the year unfolded, unintentionally, as a meditation on our connection to God via a city break in Liverpool. In the morning, we went to the great hulking Anglican cathedral — which lours over the city from a high point overlooking the River Mersey and the Irish Sea. The longest cathedral in the world looks more like a power station than a house of god from the outside. Over the entrance, there’s a sculpture by Elizabeth Frink: a thick-limbed, stolid, “human” Christ. Inside its massy walls, the force of a kind of muscular Christianity is astonishingly real. Designed at the height of British […]
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