The Coronation - the day after

A fortnight ago I was a tourist in London visiting, amongst other places, Westminster Abbey.

It’s an impressive building but on State occasions, when we normally see it, you cannot really sense its essence as a place of daily Christian worship or breathe in the triumphs and disasters of those commemorated that have formed so much of our British history.

At one point I was walking over the slate devoted to Charles Darwin only to look up and find Wilberforce looking down on me. I had my photograph taken standing next to Jane Austen, nodded to William Shakespeare, and wandered around several sarcophaguses of Admirals, Generals, and past Monarchs.

The most intriguing sight however belonged to two ladies, kneeling down with J-cloths and various cleaning materials, chatting away as they dusted, cleaned, and polished an old chair.


The Coronation Chair, dated from 1297, was locked in a small room behind a glass screen, but the public was permitted to watch its preparation. It’s been gouged and dented over the years, a collection of carved graffiti, with dates and initials...an amusing outlier in an otherwise flawless ancient ritual.

In summary, then, despite the grandeur of Westminster Abbey and the weight of history that it carries, it was the sight of the two ladies polishing an old chair that stopped me in my tracks.

During the Coronation, it was a similar moment of simplicity that caught my attention.

Yes, the choir and the music were beyond perfection. The robes, orbs, bejewelled swords, crowns, eloquent prayers, and the telling sermon were memorable, but it was the privacy of the Anointing that spoke to me. And, I feel, may have immediate relevance for us as writers as much as for King Charles III.

To prepare for the anointing Charles had to remove all his robes of state, before kneeling. At this point he was wearing just a pair of trousers and a shirt; he could have been any man. He was in fact an AnyMan. Like you and me. No special robes, just a man, kneeling before God.

Screens were put in place so that the Anointing was obscured from the public. The anointing oil, symbolising the heavenly blessing upon which he is entirely dependent to execute his reign, was poured, the screens removed, and King Charles III emerged as an anointed King.

So, perhaps it is a good moment for us to kneel before God, whether known or unknown, having removed any sense of recognition or status, to receive a fresh anointing from God for our writing, whether for children’s books, theological works, historical fiction, poetry, crime drama, travel writing, or blogs.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  1. Excellent post John. I'm not too wrapped up in the republican v monarchy debate. Most of us weren't born into royalty or wealth, but I frequently reflect that I was born into enormous privilege compared to millions around the world. I did nothing to earn that. So often we get tempted to object to people having more than us, whether that be money, power, or status, but our time here is just a blip in eternity. So, yes, let us kneel before God and thank him for all he has gifted us and pray we may use whatever skills, resources, or status we have with wisdom and gratitude.

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    1. Amen David. We're not under law but under grace' can trip off our tongues so easily as part of an doctrinal argument and almost completely miss how staggering 'under grace' is as an ultimate reality.

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  2. Interesting post, John. Thank you. I like the kind of things you pay attention to and that was what caught my interest in this post. The ladies cleaning the chair, Charles 111 being derobed...etc. I also totally agree with David Smart. We should be grateful to God for whatever blessings He has bestowed on us, while here on earth. Blessings.

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  3. Many thanks for this; it IS the little things that can move one in our walk with God. If, we only slow down to see, and listen to, what God is saying - well done!

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