Travel to the Clifton Cathedral.. My Wonderful Experience
As long as I can remember, I was always fascinated by my religion. Born into a Catholic family; I was raised in the same manner right from the birth. My parents were devoted Catholics. They were determined to offer me the same chance to learn; as well as embrace my faith and spirituality. But, in spite of their effort, the biggest impact in my life as a devoted person came from my grandmother. A native of the England who came to the US during the years before the WW2, she was a very religious woman who often came about as harsh. The reason was because she never tried to sugarcoat the truth. This made her very straightforward and she was the same with me.
She never lied or deceived me. Even when others thought this might be useful for a child. She was always very clear about the rules on what is permitted and what is not; which might sound as if she was strict. But actually, she quickly became my favorite person while I was growing up. My parents were glad to see that my grandma started to spend more and more time in our home. Mainly because they had to work in the family business day and night to keep it afloat.
I grew up having a desire to travel
At the same time, I grew up mostly raised by my Nana; as I called my grandmother. Aside many things she instilled in me; she also gave me her love for the city of Bristol where she grew up. She especially regularly told me stories about Bristol’s holy sites. But, she never went back to the UK. She only had a chance to see on television the birth of the famous Clifton Cathedral; one of the most well-known religious places in the region.
She was completely in love with that building. She even purchased photos of it to hang on her walls. But, she also made me promise; that I will fulfill her wish to see the Clifton Cathedral. I will travel there one day myself. Many years later, when Nana passed away and I had a family of my own; we got a chance to travel to Bristol and immediately. I knew I had to go and see the famous cathedral for myself.
When I decided to travel to its outskirts
I immediately noticed its towering spire, reaching high into the sky. From the outside, the building looked strange and my first experience was one of puzzlement. Cathedrals in the US did not have this shape and form and the same idea continued to form in my mind when I entered. Before it, there was another holy place there.
Built at the start of the 19th century, the site of the pro-cathedral that stood there for many years, but was never finished. But, in 1965, a new design was acquired and in 1973 the Clifton Cathedral was finished.
I was still confused by its construction in the society
The building was huge, with a central segment allowing for a seating of a 1,000 strong congregation. The light from the outside enters the space through the roof spaces and all of this provides a strong focus on the sacrament area. As I walked along with my husband and our little daughter, I wondered what my nana would think of this place.
I got so distracted by my thoughts that I did not even realize that my daughter was throwing things around, acquiring the attention of the very reserved British visitors. My husband and I got a good laugh at our almost neglectful parenting and after a few minutes of wandering around the Clifton Cathedral, we left.
As I exited the place into the full daylight
However, I realized that it left a strong impression on my religious being. As I remembered the light and the shapes of that special place, I understood that it was more than a simple building. Instead, it was a strong connection to my past and my grandmother. There are no words to fully describe my experience, no matter how hard I try.
Nonetheless, it did infuse me with a strong sense of belief in the goodness of the world, represented through the notion of a loving God. Like I spent time there with my daughter, so did my nana grows up in the same place, and somehow, the Clifton Cathedral represents all of that to me.
The same feeling continued in my many months and years later. Now, my daughter has grown up and has children of her own. In a few weeks, we will be flying off to the UK to travel trathe Clifton Cathedral and experience the essence of every faith and religion; love and serenity carried from one generation to the next.