Back in the Good Old Days nuns used to do the church linens.
At Swanvale Halt we had the next best thing to a nun, a former one whose entire
life was devoted to the Church, or to cake making. She was our Sacristan and
the church linen chest was a constituent kingdom of her empire; and those who
attempted to assist her in the great work never quite came up to scratch.
Preparing an eight-foot altarcloth, as she told me, was no joke: it had to be
boil-washed, starched, spun (which was easier than wringing it by hand), ironed
when wet, ironed again on the other side, left to dry, ironed again, and finally painstakingly rolled
onto a cardboard tube to prevent creases. Only then was it good enough to grace
the Lord’s Board.
Well, our ex-Sister died last year and for a year before
that doing anything with the linens was beyond her. Because I’ve been doing the
cloths myself I was very relieved when one of the churchwardens, who runs a
guest house, said she could put them through her lovely big industrial
linen-press and save me the bother. The results are OK, but I know in my heart of hearts that they’re not quite there.
I would look out across the altar on a Sunday morning and see a field of tiny
creases heightened by the straking light. I will carry on doing them myself,
until I find somebody else who sees the need and has the time.
You might complain, perhaps, that modern generations don’t
care enough about what happens in church, about the signs and marks of their
salvation. However, it might be just as true to reflect that it isn’t an entirely bad thing that people have
something else in their lives. The early Anglo-Catholics had such great appeal
at least partly because the colour and drama of Anglo-Catholic religion formed
such a stark contrast with the drab dullness, and sometimes horror, of the
lives most of their parishioners lived. If church is no longer completely the
focus of ordinary people’s hopes, dreams and aspirations; if it is no longer
provides the most sublime experience they can imagine; if their senses (and perhaps
souls) can no longer thrill quite so much to creaseless linen and perfect folds
in a corporal or a lavabo towel; that may not be a development without a
positive aspect.
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