Gouw Marken
Establishing Nation
Markstad, St.-Filippusbasilica, minutes before the beginning of the vespers.
Canon Adrianus Boome ter Beke looked at the Prince-Bishop. He was elected 10 years ago. How has everything changed. Gouw Marken had been an open, prosperous country. Quintus I has been a respected leader around the world. But religious life was getting weaker as the country became more and more open to other cultures. And with the foreign politics came conflict. His successor, Adrianus VII, has closed the country. A strong Church in a agricultural society. Evangelization in its own inner lands. And he was right. The Church flourished.
“But, Your Holiness, should we leave the world without the light of the true faith?”. He surprised himself by speaking so frankly to Quintus. If they hadn’t been born in the same town, had been to school in the same class and hadn’t been called by the Lord in the same church of St.-Perpetua in a small village, marked by the green of the woods and the yellow of the wheat fields, he would have been dismissed by this evening.
Now Quintus looked at his Canon. He said nothing. Service was on hand and he had to go. The velum over his shoulders, gold and red appeared in the light of the lead glass windows when he entered the choir of the basilica. The chorus of priests and canons sings Psalm 147. “qui emittit eloquium suum terrae velociter currit sermo eius”- He sends his command to the earth; his word runs swiftly.
Quintus looked at the light in the lead glass window. The glass above showed a dove – it catches the sunlight. A sign? To the earth…
Canon Adrianus Boome ter Beke looked at the Prince-Bishop. He was elected 10 years ago. How has everything changed. Gouw Marken had been an open, prosperous country. Quintus I has been a respected leader around the world. But religious life was getting weaker as the country became more and more open to other cultures. And with the foreign politics came conflict. His successor, Adrianus VII, has closed the country. A strong Church in a agricultural society. Evangelization in its own inner lands. And he was right. The Church flourished.
“But, Your Holiness, should we leave the world without the light of the true faith?”. He surprised himself by speaking so frankly to Quintus. If they hadn’t been born in the same town, had been to school in the same class and hadn’t been called by the Lord in the same church of St.-Perpetua in a small village, marked by the green of the woods and the yellow of the wheat fields, he would have been dismissed by this evening.
Now Quintus looked at his Canon. He said nothing. Service was on hand and he had to go. The velum over his shoulders, gold and red appeared in the light of the lead glass windows when he entered the choir of the basilica. The chorus of priests and canons sings Psalm 147. “qui emittit eloquium suum terrae velociter currit sermo eius”- He sends his command to the earth; his word runs swiftly.
Quintus looked at the light in the lead glass window. The glass above showed a dove – it catches the sunlight. A sign? To the earth…