The Church of Holy Trinity Hoxton, in East London, was home yesterday to the Guild of Servants of the Sanctuary as they celebrated their annual Epiphany Festival in the usual understated fashion. Craig Aburn, friend of AW and Master of Ceremonies for the GSS, alerts us to these photos, which can be found with their friends HERE. Hoxton Church is also host to the annual Saint George's Festival, which is the same day as my birthday, so gets an honourable mention.
Sacred Ministers resuming the Procession after the Station at the Crib.
Can I quote from the blog of a friend, Ben Edson? He is the originator of Sanctus1, an emerging church in Manchester, and curate in a south-central Manchester church. He imagines the wise man who brought the frankincense as coming from Ethiopia, as many do, and he comments on the arrival of this man at the court of King Herod....'So the wise man arrives at Herod's Palace, the representative of the global super power in the heart of Jerusalem and he leaves Jerusalem and travels to Palestine. Where he spends time with the family who are soon to become refugees in Egypt. There he has a dream, a dream that tells him not to go back to the global super power, because the global super power is threatened by a small baby, but to return home by another route.'
On the far right of this picture you can see Fr Philip Barnes, until recently Shrine Priest at Walsingham, where many of you will know him from and, on the far left, Fr Philip Corbett, Curate at Worksop Priory, which we hope to incorporate into our Anglican Wander in May. Plans are already afoot for this year's outing, which will be in the Worksop area, I will keep you posted.
A busy church at the end of the entrance procession. I have never been to Holy Trinity, Hoxton, indeed I have never been to Hoxton, its not being, when I lived in London, the sort of place you would go to voluntarily. My morning papers almost daily bring news of its gentrification and gradual takeover by Guardian reading types with interesting glasses and odd tufts of facial hair. Before you point, I have no glasses. So now, rather than sympathising with someone who lives in Hoxton, you would be impressed by their closeness to uber-coolness like the White Cube gallery and the many ruinously expensive coffee shops in the area. Whether the credit crunch which is presumably a London thing will make people realise that they are paying a fortune to live in an overpopulated area and then pay a premium to see a glimpse of once derelict garden square and then move to somewhere more sensible, I do not know.
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