The bus dropped us off in a cloud of dust. We rolled our suitcases and our duffels up to the welcome center. It was closed. Across the way there was another gathering area of sorts where two beatific young people told us we could park our things until the center reopened in a few minutes.Continue reading “Welcome to Taize!”
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And we’re off…..
The Paris Gare de Lyon station was bustling on a Tuesday morning. We were told it was because of the holiday. “Ascension Day,” the ticket clerk said. Huh. According to the liturgical calendar recognized by most of the free world, Ascension Day was on a Thursday, six days earlier. (I know stuff like this now).Continue reading “And we’re off…..”
Here’s what I knew about Taize before I went…
It was in France. The music I loved came from there. It was sort of a monastery, but not exactly. It was ecumenical, which means that it did not belong to any denomination but welcomed brothers and sojourners from all Protestant and Catholic churches (and no doubt some thirsty seekers of other backgrounds, as well).Continue reading “Here’s what I knew about Taize before I went…”
The signs were everywhere
I arrived in Paris early on a Sunday morning to meet up with my aunt. She had been travelling through Europe with her husband, whom we planned to send home in two days while we journeyed onto Taize. But for 48 hours it was nothing but champagne and roquefort and pain au chocolat and tartesContinue reading “The signs were everywhere”
The music called to me
The first time I ever heard a chant from Taize I was not even remotely a Christian. I was a young mother of a four-year old, and an 8-month old who had recently been diagnosed with a brain tumor. Brain tumors tend to make smart, sophisticated secularists get down on their knees and beg likeContinue reading “The music called to me”
Heather Choate Davis 