Graveyards today - the theology of death!
Village life is harsh and real in the local open churchyard. In the Cuddesdon yard there are loads of bishops - and local drunks, suicides, stillbirths, the whole range of human experience.
It felt appropriately cold and icy as we walked round the yard, this one in 2005, that one in 1896.
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I went extra curricular and popped off to find the grave of C S Lewis, a few miles away in Headington Quarry. He is a hero of mine, although I haven't read everything he wrote. Surprised by Joy was very helpful to me as a late convert to Christianity!
Anyway - found the grave, in another busy open yard, full of Great War veterans, babies and local pensioners.
I have always been able to spend time in grave yards - there is something calm, almost welcoming about the yew-filled peace you find.
