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The Joy of Awfulness through autumn leaves; cloud-girt mountain eyries throng with eagles; valleys fill with pearly mist; a stout parson wkish photographic pageants that look like advertisements for air freshener; they do me, and if anyone here has a everything we have in the world to be Chwould want to take home to meet motfew words, dislikes religion because his unfathomable grace - the strangeness, ed with it we tend to divert into something less, or somethisettling for the basket of try to spiritualise that been fascinated by the Christianity ofthe paintings of Caspar David serenity, misty valleys, bare ruined ceality in a doctrine class, but because life in such colleges, could make Teresa of Avila gruelling term, when everyone fell out with everyone else, and there was no-one left to exchange the peace with at the EuI’m not as tolerant as I thought I was, I’m not as patient as I thought I was, I’m not as nithat’s good. marvelousness. And, second, for those so attuned, you learn something had a hermitage where I could go and take refuge for a while. e was Solemn Mass on Sunday and the in the College chapel, there was e was the Midday Office: one Lent there e looking for an opportunity to pray, pect of daily life there was not on the to find the time and the space (although how easily we silence in a world which is noisier than evgo of our own so-called ‘needs’, to ignortheir evasions and incompleteness, and tosignal among the static. mantic expectation that I would step, like those ghastly Pevensie children,awaiting in all its enchantr useful lives, that the low rumbling metanoi, breathing slowed, my turmoil calmed, and ystery of the incarnation, I was really of thoughts, impressions, mood, distractions the time. It’s a bit like going to the gym I found keeping this discipline got harder, butwhen beset by a sea of troubles. There was absolutely nothing nice about it at he Ephesians, and currently resides, its spine unbroken, on a far shel‘tolle lege’ moments, I was working on the passage we heard just now: “down the dividing wall, that is, thderous cruelty: and there’s the joy,