October 14, 1982
Little Danny had grown up...having graduated from college and was now traveling throughout Europe, there was one thing going on with him....he was lonely, and feeling a bit empty....
He was used to doing things and going places on his own, he'd done it his whole life. But the immense distance had an effect on his sense of isolation. Even then, he was only a 24 year old man...or more likely, still a boy.
Danny took the bus from the Salisbury station to Glastonbury, England...where the
burial remains of King Arthur himself was said to be buried, though of course, just a legend...but there was also the legend of Joseph of Aramathea, who came by boat to England, carrying the Holy Grail itself...and landed there all those years ago. It was were the very first cross was planted in Britain.
Well, Danny absorbed the legends and soaked it all in when he got to Glastonbury, until he came upon a small chapel there, with a small sign that said, "Offer a Simple Prayer"...
Danny got on his knees, and...not being an overly religious person, though having been to Sunday School and all that, Danny found himself earnestly praying...
"Jesus, forgive me, I feel as though I am so far away from you. Please help me find my way back, please help me to come to know you again, and stay with me....just...stay with me" and Danny was in tears....and they flowed. Tears of shame, joy, lonliness...emotion.
But he knew...whether or not this site contained actual relics or not, or if the ground he was on contained a spiritual energy, he wondered where those spiritual feeling came from ....well, those were real enough. And when he climbed up on Glastonbury Hill where an ancient cathedral stood, he looked out at the horizon, rolling green hills and an endless sky...and he believed.
He was used to doing things and going places on his own, he'd done it his whole life. But the immense distance had an effect on his sense of isolation. Even then, he was only a 24 year old man...or more likely, still a boy.
Danny took the bus from the Salisbury station to Glastonbury, England...where the
burial remains of King Arthur himself was said to be buried, though of course, just a legend...but there was also the legend of Joseph of Aramathea, who came by boat to England, carrying the Holy Grail itself...and landed there all those years ago. It was were the very first cross was planted in Britain.
Well, Danny absorbed the legends and soaked it all in when he got to Glastonbury, until he came upon a small chapel there, with a small sign that said, "Offer a Simple Prayer"...
Danny got on his knees, and...not being an overly religious person, though having been to Sunday School and all that, Danny found himself earnestly praying...
"Jesus, forgive me, I feel as though I am so far away from you. Please help me find my way back, please help me to come to know you again, and stay with me....just...stay with me" and Danny was in tears....and they flowed. Tears of shame, joy, lonliness...emotion.
But he knew...whether or not this site contained actual relics or not, or if the ground he was on contained a spiritual energy, he wondered where those spiritual feeling came from ....well, those were real enough. And when he climbed up on Glastonbury Hill where an ancient cathedral stood, he looked out at the horizon, rolling green hills and an endless sky...and he believed.
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