Tearfund’s Tarryn Pegna reflects on the outrageous beauty of Pentecost
Winchester cathedral. I sit beneath the proud, towering walls. A solid site of great beauty and history. An architectural ode to greatness. Here kings have been made and their hearts have been held – or at the very least their attention has.
This is where the bishop finds his seat. A place of majesty, reflecting majesty. Worshippers have bowed their heads and bent their knees on this consecrated ground for over 1,400 years. Baptisms, weddings, burials, coronations, healings…
Whole lives have passed through this space. Wars have raged overhead and around and the names of those fallen adorn the walls beneath the stained glass. And still it stands. Stone upon stone.