3 responses to “Thurible Spotting”

  1.  Avatar
    Anonymous

    Re: Thurible Spotting
    Just a small correction – Big Aggie came from Glasgow's Catholic Apostolic Church, not Edinburgh.  But who has the Edinburgh o­ne?

  2.  Avatar
    Anonymous

    Re: Thurible Spotting
    Thanks for the correction Ruth – I have no idea who has the Edinburgh o­ne. Wouldn't it be wonderful to get them all together for a service? Is the Glasgow CA church building still extant? I don't even know where it was.
    There is a rather odd offshoot of the CA Church called the New Apostolic Church which exists in Scotland in Dunfermline, but they do not seem to have taken o­n the powerful aesthetic of the Catholic Apostolic church. It is wonderful that the two thuribles from Glasgow and Dundee are different – no mass production in those days.

  3.  Avatar
    Anonymous

    Re: Thurible Spotting
    The Catholic Apostolic Church in Glasgow was in McAslan St in Townhead. The building was apparently designed by AWN Pugin but was demolished in 1970. There’s a photograph of the interior in The City that Disappeared by Frank Worsdall

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Previous Posts

  • Affirming Lay Liturgies

    That last entry had scarcely been uploaded more than 2 minutes before the doorbell rang and my colleague from Stirling said, “Do you want a liturgy for licensing a Lay Reader?” Almost enough to make me believe in divine intervention. Almost.

  • Odd

    It strikes me as odd that in a church which is supposedly celebrating variety of ministries we appear to have no liturgy for recognising a lay ministry.

  • Verbatim – yesterday, General Synod Office

    Me: Well, “temporary” as a description of a website is a bit of a red herring. After all, websites are all both temporary and not temporary simultaneously.Him: Thank you Confucius.

  • The curious incident of the mouse in the night time

    Was awakened by the most almighty crash at 0230 this morning. It was clear from the noise of pounding hooves that the last trump had sounded and the four horsemen of the apocalypse were riding through the bedroom. [Bear in mind that I had seen an opera last night in which Nero quite properly appeared…