I’ve long been offended by not-so-godly pro football players I’ve known who showed up for pregame chapel – Sunday-only Christians rubbing the proverbial rabbit’s foot – then after victories declared it was ‘God’s will’ that their team won.
The Sistine Chapel is an extraordinary work of education – it lays out all the early books of the Bible.
I go to a Calvary Chapel church out here in Los Angeles. I had been here about two years at the time. I’m very close with my church, very close with the pastor and his wife, and I work with a girls’ ministry here.
Ever since I was a kid – growing up in a small town in Iowa, going to Chapel Hill for college and then to the Bay Area – I’ve been interested in how communities come together to solve their differences. And I’ve always been drawn to politics and social change.
One can easily tell that the creator of the paintings in the Sistine Chapel was above all a sculptor.
I was raised in a Jewish family, but since I was adopted, my parents sent me to Hebrew school and Bible chapel, so I got the best of both worlds – singing in both a choir in Bible chapel and a chorus in Hebrew school. It shaped me and my voice.
We have a priest at Inter Milan and a chapel at the training ground. That is where I was baptised and confirmed into the church.
Back to the painting of the Sistine Chapel, there’s always been run-ins between benefactors and artists.
I grew up on the South Island of New Zealand, in a city chosen and beloved by my parents for its proximity to the mountains – Christchurch is two hours distant from the worn saddle of Arthur’s Pass, the mountain village that was and is my father’s spiritual touchstone, his chapel and cathedral in the wild.
I grew up in a modern home, but my grandmother lived across the street in an old house that was built when churches were illegal in Mexico. She had a chapel in the home, right between the kitchen and dining room.
When I was 16 and on a tour of Europe, I fell in love with Le Corbusier’s Notre Dame du Haut chapel in Ronchamp, France. I’d quite like to live in it.
But I feel truly wowed by the architecture and the meaning of the architecture if you get lost in it and think about the man hours in the smallest little chapel, and the love involved. God it’s fantastic.
I remember how my mother would bring us to chapel on Sundays… and my father used to wait outside. One of the things that I picked up from my father and my mother was the sense that religion often gets in the way of God. For me, at least, it got in the way.
The Christianity of the St Stephen’s College I remember was atmospheric (how we loved the chapel, the choir and the Cross), cultural and entirely subtle.
I went to Colby College in Waterville, ME and did picture it when I was writing ‘Cum Laude.’ So many of the physical details were included, like the loop where people jogged. The story of the chapel is also borrowed from Colby… but the students and cast of characters are fictional.
When you’re at home for Duke-Carolina, you have a crowd of close to 10,000 around you, loving you. That’s awesome. But it’s also a lot of fun in Chapel Hill, where it’s you, your teammates and your coaches, and no one else. I enjoyed the games at Chapel Hill a little more because of that.
We can have open and good discussion with our Republican brothers and sisters. But when we walk into the chapel we should leave our political differences out in the parking lot.
Everybody thought I was crazy. They thought I should take the money and run. But there was just something special about being a senior at Chapel Hill. I just couldn’t leave.
We have a priest at Inter Milan and a chapel at the training ground. That is where I was baptised and confirmed into the church.
My classmates could see I was not similar. So they made me their scapegoat. They hit me or locked me in the toilets. During the break, I would take refuge in the chapel, or I would arrange to stay alone in the classroom.
The Christianity of the St Stephen’s College I remember was atmospheric (how we loved the chapel, the choir and the Cross), cultural and entirely subtle.
One can easily tell that the creator of the paintings in the Sistine Chapel was above all a sculptor.
I grew up in the Episcopal Church, went to private school in that church, went to chapel every day.
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