Not only was St. Edward's King and Martyr Cambridge a birth place of the English Reformation, nor just the grave site of the great Christian Socialist and Theologian F.D. Maurice, but now it is the spring board for Christianity's entrance into the Goth scene.

What a wonderful evening! I spent all day walking about Cambridge never entering this small church, nor realizing this indeed was the church that housed the bones F.D. Maurice, and was where Bilney, Latimer and others congregated to preach reformed sermons. I finally got in at about 8:00 pm and saw a slew of candles all over the floor. The associate a man named Marcus looked overworked and overwhelmed so I helped him by lighting every candle in the place.

I have to say that I could never get tired of worshipping to Bauhaus, the Cure, and Sister's of Mercy. The music was played from a small boom box in the corner, where one of the twenty or so people present was sitting. The service was a basic Anglican BCP service with some changes here and there but nothing terribly different. The only real difference is that it was done in the dark, lit only by the candles put out earlier. As the sun went down it became darker and darker so that the stain glass behind the altar went from a light blue, to a dark blue black notice the altar picture.

Marcus, shared that he was indeed a self-proclaimed goth, and that Goth's were closer to Christ because of their willingness to step into the darkness. Every since my miscarriage I have found a similiar hope in actually stepping into pain rather than theologizing it away. I found that the same theological jumble held not weight for the pain that I was enduring, and (like now) I realized I had to express it rather than hide it. This Marcus would say was like being a Goth, and I think I agree with him. Maybe I can be a Goth and where only priest shirts, and dockers, without the make-up, beautiful gowns, sexy collars, and tight corsets. The only cool thing a man wore was Marcus' flowing coat although it just looked like a blue version of a Mad Hatter outfit. Anyway I regress the service moved me, and inspired me to preach a sermon at COTA's next Sanctorum service.

Lastly, their hospitality was extremely moving. They invited me to go clubbing with them afterwards, who does that? I was stuck unfortunately, the sermon went nearly an hour and I had to catch the last train to London at a quarter past eleven. So, perhaps next time you amazingly eyelinered crew, maybe next time.