just keep me where the light is…
This weekend, we took the ferry across the water to Sweden. We had lunch in Helsingborg, then went to Lund for the day. There we saw a Catholic-turned-Lutheran church built in the 1100’s with a fabulous animated clock; a beautiful, mysterious crypt; and awesome Roman architecture.
I especially loved the ancient, chipped, stone baptismal. It was about 3-4 ft tall and easily big enough to bathe twins. Eden and I sat in the batismal chapel and talked about the font and the chalice as symbols of the feminine divine. She really has a lot of spiritual insight — although this means that you can’t pull the wool over her eyes either! No softshoe answers for this girl! She’s really got some tough ones about theodicy (the problem of evil.)
The church was dedicated to St. Lawrence. When the Roman emperor asked him where the church valuables were, Lawrence brought him the poor and the blind. He had spent all the church’s money on them, and told the Emperor “Christ says, these are the treasure of the church.”
Yeah. We killed him for it. You’ve gotta love our history.
On a more chipper note, we also went to Kulture, an outdoor living-history type of museum. It had tiny old homes with grass roofs and root cellars. There was even a church that was built right after the pagan era faded. (Think Vikings and you’ll get the general vibe.) The kids got to go in and out of all of them and basicall “play house” in a genuine historic village. It was cold and we got there late, so we want to go again and really see all of it. I kept thinking how much the grandparentals would like it, especially Margaret as it had interesting medieval medicinal and kitchen gardens as well.
Lund is a University town — one of the coolest I’ve ever seen. Historic, beautiful, and buzzing with an energy that only comes in a place where so many young people are so eagerly seeking knowledge. Paul and I were especially tickled that the philosophy department is housed in the King’s old palace. How cool is that?
Our batteries died on the camera, but here are some pics from the cell phone. Sorry this isn’t more poetically written, but I’m afraid if I don’t just get it out, it will never happen at all. You can click here to read a poetic bit I wrote about one of the churches on my other site.
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lighting a candle for great grandma
Eden rides a vintage horse in the toy gallery
the midnight ride of Cate Shalom
the girls read, color, and snack while riding the rails EU style