The great cathedral of St Andrews, the major cathedral of Scotland was a cathedral for little over 100 years. The weather blew and the reformists burnt. I have often stood on the grassy nave pondering those who built and worshipped, those who walmed the hallowed ground in 1441, the year after its completion. Stones and mortor, the items which surround us are not indestructible.
The roof might have gone, the bishops might have been extravagent and immoral in their living but God is still with us.
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