Sic Transit Gloria Mundi
Thus go the glories of this world. Like millions around the world
yesterday, I saw pictures and watched video of Notre Dame burning. Most
poignant to me was seeing the flaming spire of the great cathedral
pitch over, then collapse. The loss is huge, and
already commentary about how this is symbolic of something larger,
something disturbing are circulating. But a day later we know that the
fire, as awful as it was, was not as bad as it could have been. The
bell towers and shell of the cathedral remain.
So does the great rose window, the organ, the crown of thorns and other
relics. Much has been lost, but much remains.
I've had the privilege of visiting Notre Dame. What stuck with me was
how big and how empty the place was. It was a monument to a previous
age, and it's rather sad that it's only when a church is consumed by
fire that people notice it. How many will go to
services this week? How many will reflect on the faith that was
discovered or strengthened or tested there? The government of France
owns the cathedral these days. What does that say to us? Billionaires
are pledging money to rebuild. Great. But. How
will it be rebuilt? A replica of what was lost? Or will someone like
Norman Foster get it in his head that something modern should inserted
into the Gothic frame? I hope not.
Thus go the glories of this world. In time, all will turn to dust. The
burning of Notre Dame, apparently the result of an accident, is a
reminder, one that is timely during Holy Week. I'm sure that it will
inspire many sermons this week. But I'm left with
this thougth: All we buy, all we store up will be lost. But Jesus
Christ will is eternal. Despite the awful pain, the horrific death he
suffered, love triumphed over hate, life over death. And that was
symbolized by the cross that remains in the church's
apse, amidst the smoke-stained ruins.
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