On the cover of Pinnock's Catechism there was a small black picture of
the Parthenon. And under it was written:
"Abode of gods whose shrines no longer burn."
Supposing the candles in St. Mary's Chapel no longer burned?
Supposing Barkingside church and Aldborough Hatch church fell to bits and
there were no more clergymen? And you only read in history books about
people like Mr. Batty and Mr. Propart and their surplices and the things
they wore round their necks?
Supposing the Christian religion passed away?
It excited you to think these things. But when you heard the "Magnificat"
in church, or when you thought of Christ hanging so bravely on the cross
you were sorry and you stopped thinking.
What a pity you couldn't ever go on without having to stop.