St. Marylebone

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After stumbling onto Charles Wesley’s grave, we dropped into the parish church to which this graveyard originally belonged.

If its walls could talk ….

The same year Wesley died, a young baby was baptized here who grew up to be the poet, Lord Byron. Elizabeth and Robert Browning were married here. Francis Bacon was a parishioner. Lord Nelson worshiped in this place. And Charles Dickens used it as a backdrop for some of his writing, particularly David Copperfield.

But it was also a sober reminder that past glories don’t necessarily impact the present. What is left is a building that is more of a museum and only a mere shadow of its enormous prominence and past influence on the social order. Long gone are the days when it was regularly filled to its 3-4000 person capacity and the Christendom that it represented reigned.

I can’t help but wonder what lessons may be here for the American mega-church, particularly that social hegomony and size are fleeting.

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