Stained glass windows paint the pews, walls and floors of the church. Figures central to the Story; images of saints; symbols of faith; sacrifice and strength; foundations of the church; and the lives of those whose bear special meaning to it’s community of followers.
As a child, in the simple country church, I often was more immersed in the windows, than the sermon. Each Sunday, the light would be slightly different. Each season, the glow shifted. Different pews presented new views.
Reflecting the church, these windows were not the glorious ones to be found in cathedrals, large urban churches, other faith communities. Each has it’s own majesty or simplicity.
I have found myself still drawn to these windows, entering churches to gaze at the patterns, the images, the stories told by the windows. Stories that illuminated faith from a time when few could read the words that inspired the glass makers.