April 23, 2014
Westminster High
By Daniel Schantz On the sixth day of our London tour, my wife threw me a curve. “Tomorrow is Sunday,” Sharon said, “so I would like to attend services at Westminster Abbey.” My face fell. Oh, no, not that place. That”s “high church,” Anglican. I don”t want to be sitting around in a dark, musty cathedral watching priests perform mysterious rituals and listening to Latin mumbo jumbo and mournful choirs. “OK,” I said, cheerfully, “Westminster Abbey it is. It could be interesting.” We were celebrating our 50th anniversary with a trip to London””Sharon”s lifelong dream””and I was determined not to
