24 November 2009

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Filed under: Ktismata, Reflections — ktismatics @ 6:54 pm

In southern Italy I have visited a church inside of which stands a house entire, ancient and squat, roughly crafted of hand-hewn stone. The house was once, it is said, the home of Mary mother of Jesus. Escalating violence between crusaders and infidels having placed the house in peril, a squadron of holy angels lifted it from the ground and bore it through the air to its present location, where it became enshrined inside the church which was soon built around it. Did the house, indistinguishable from its Galilean neighbors, always contain within itself the possibility, or perhaps even the inevitability, of making this journey? If we could enter the house’s secret core would we see, etched in the old stones, the other stops on its as-yet-unfulfilled itinerary?


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