Sidney Chambers and The Shadow of Death

Kierkegaard’s, Canon Chambers? “There are many people who reach their conclusions about life like schoolboys: they cheat their master by copying the answer out of a book without having worked the sum out for themselves.”

How we love determines how we live

‘Singing is the sound of the soul,’ he thought to himself. For centuries people had been singing these words. Such continuity gave Sidney hope. He was part of something greater than himself – not only history but beauty, continuity and, he hoped, truth.

We have left undone those things which we ought to have done; and we have done those things which we ought not to have done

The sun was in his eyes but once he had established his position he thought it rude to move. ‘I am used to listening,’ he said.

The first autumn leaves flickered as they fell from the elms. The day was too beautiful for a funeral.

It was a weekday morning in October 1953 and the pale rays of a low autumn sun were falling over the village of Grantchester.