Walking out of church
We are in the Dordogne today, one of the most beautiful departments of France and much-loved by English visitors and settlers.
One Sunday some years ago we went to an English-speaking service in a French village. It was a beautiful place, every turning brought another picture postcard scene. The village church was an imposing place, a sign of the village’s great wealth in the middle ages. Built in the local stone and in excellent repair, it was witness to a continuing presence of Christian faith in the village.
The Catholic …