Nearer, My God

    The cathedral in Leon, Spain, is a monument to Christian faith as one of the first and major examples of Gothic architecture. As is well-known (and can be better explained by others than yours truly), the Gothic achievement was to make ribs of stone that hold up the building’s weight and roof, rather than (as with the previous Romanesque) having the weight of the building upheld by the entirety of its walls. Leon’s cathedral was built from about 1250 to about 1300, and amazingly still stands today. One might say rather than “stands” that the building stretches itself heavenward; it is literally uplifting.

    There is a choir in the middle of the cathedral, a later development that obscures the Gothic experience. (Originally the choir was close to the altar.) The audio guide at Leon asks the visitor to imagine the choir screen’s absence, and to think of the experience of light. There is so much stained glass possible in Gothic (since the walls do not bear weight), that visitor is moved towards God. The height of the building draws the eye along the sweep of the cathedral to the east. This is towards the altar, where the Eucharist is celebrated and Jesus, the Light of the world, becomes present to us in the sacrament of bread and wine. Every day begins with light coming in through those vibrant windows. Through the day (Leon being in the north) the light comes in through the southern windows of the church, and at sunset, through the western windows. At Leon, but not uniquely there, the northern windows (which never receive direct light) depict figures who preceded and longed for Jesus, but never knew the Light of the world. The southern windows depict apostles and saints and believers who knew Jesus or lived after his resurrection: the Light shines through them. The eastern windows have themes of the Incarnation itself, the beginning of the dwelling of the Light amongst us. To the west, the great rose window shows angels of the judgment that will come at the end of the world. Thus a day in the light of the cathedral provides meaning to the entirety of human history.

    Mary is particularly venerated in Spain. She is, for instance, at the center of the western window. In the midst of judgment she provides, as the guide puts it, a softening element that invites us to trust and not to fear. She does this, of course, by pointing us to her son.

    If you search online for “Virgen Blanca at Leon Catedral” you will find a wonderful image of Mary, the White Virgin (“white” from the stone color and lack of any paint) that greeted pilgrims to Santiago on their way. She has a visage and general attitude that was anticipated, by those who had heard of her, and is easily seen as encouraging for us who are still on our pilgrimage of life.

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    I was impressed by the cathedral’s overall evangelical approach. The literature, for instance, makes clear that its primary purpose is to ground the life of Christians in the historic truth of faith. So tourism must yield to worship. Tourism also embraces basic evangelism: the tourist materials are educational, explaining Christianity to people who may never have heard it. I particularly thrilled to hear the guide say, of a particular chapel full of beautiful things, that of course the cathedral considered its greatest treasure to be the consecrated Bread of the Eucharist.

    One’s mind suddenly went to the fire at Paris’s Notre Dame a few years ago and the image of a priest emerging from the flames, having rescued the reserved sacrament.

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    There is a special chapel, beside and connected to Leon’s cathedral, where most of the masses are celebrated. I went to the noon mass last Sunday. The chapel seats at least 200, and there is overflow space, and it seemed full. There was a fine tracker organ and an excellent organist; besides voluntary music before and after, a Spanish hymn (known by the locals) and then the Kyrie, Gloria, and so on were sung to accompanied plainchant, words mostly in Latin. When we got to Communion, the organist started playing an old hymn, “Nearer, My God, to Thee.” You could have picked me up from the floor. Then a soloist started singing in Spanish to the tune which, I later learned, is called “Bethany (Mason).” It was masterful, simple, and sublime. In this church, as in any church, gathered on the Lord’s Day, everything can conspire to draw us closer to God. You don’t have to understand the language. You don’t have to know what the many elements of the building stand for. The truth is that the Light shines in the darkness, that God has visited us in Jesus, shared our life, put us on a journey to him, feeds us along the way, calls us to repentance, lures us to holiness, and at moments along the way one can become aware that one is indeed “Nearer to Thee.”

 

Sleeping in the Ruins

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The first time I walked the Camino Frances, I noticed the broken walls and arches that remained, and I paused to take a picture. The next time, I went inside the gate and looked around. The ruins are of the 14th century convent of St. Anthony of Egypt, the place known as Arco San Anton. In the early centuries of the Camino, bread would be left for pilgrims in alcoves in the archway (“arco”). Today, coffee and conversation is offered to hundreds of passing pilgrims, and that is what I got two years ago.

This year, thinking it would be good to stay there, I got more. I arrived around 3 p.m. and there was still one bed—which was given to me. This is an unusual albergue. It is situated within the ruins. There are three rooms. One is the dormitory: twelve bunk beds (close together) with floor space for a couple of cots. The second room is the kitchen. These two rooms share a high ceiling, and smells and sounds travel from one to the other. The third room is a shower, sink, and toilet. Did I mention, there is no electricity? No hot water? And perhaps most challenging of all, no wi-fi?

Yet, every bed was taken, most of them by people half my age or younger. And it wasn’t just the price, although that too is very old Camino: donativo, pay what you want. The hosts—a pair of volunteers; there are new hosts every few weeks—organized our dinner and prepared our breakfast, and we joined in various ways with the chores.

__ At dinner, taken outside as the sun was setting, we each said our name and where we were from. Many people said also something personal, perhaps giving the reason they were walking. I found them amazing. There was someone about to go to work for IBM in Dutchess County, New York—my old stomping grounds. There was a French Canadian fellow who had just passed the bar and was soon to work as a lawyer. There was a Dutch woman who had recently completed a degree in international relations and was soon to work for army intelligence. On the other end of life, there was a man of many practical skills who had worked in Switzerland for years but now had nothing there, and (as best I could tell; much of this comes in translation) has been sleeping on church porches and the like for several years. All of them were interesting individuals, many of them conscious of the way they were being touched by the Camino. All together, it was a fascinating window into a very small piece of the immensity of what God is up to every day among us.

But there was also the temporal layer. We were having this wholesome, delicious yet simple meal of salad, lentil soup, and bread pudding, in the ruins of something that had been built 700 years ago. We were in a place where religious people had lived and prayed and worked, day after day, eating their own simple meals. For these hundreds of years, pilgrims had walked passed this place, on their way to Santiago de Compostela and then also on their way back home. That too is a window for our contemplation.

In 2026 God is working (at one and the same time) through many people and in so many ways we cannot possibly grasp. But turn off the wi-fi, turn off the electricity, turn off the hot water, step outside into a place that’s off the usual road, and you might be able to feel how God was doing that, with people like us, 500 years ago, 1000 years ago, and maybe on ground not unlike that which you are standing on.

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The Rev. Canon Victor Lee Austin. Ph.D., is the Theologian-in-Residence for the diocese and is the author of several books including, "Friendship: The Heart of Being Human" and "A Post-Covid Catechesis.: