Winding over the Francis Scott Key Bridge in wall-to-wall traffic and up, up, up pinchy Wisconsin Ave. to the Washington National Cathedral was tricky enough in our dually diesel truck. The one way streets and permit-parking-only forced us into a tomb-like parking garage with only inches to spare on the sides and top. The entry said Height = 7’6″ then inside went to 6’6″. Our antenna sprung against the ceiling signs while our cab marker lights missed the sprinkler system pipes by a hair’s breadth. Navigating the tight corners while causing exiting traffic to back up heightened the adventure.
Finally parked we ascended the cement steps to a door that opened to the outdoors. What a relief to have temporarily escaped the “grave!” It was there we saw the sign that said “Closed to the Public!” The fences and scaffolds signaled renovations were underway.
Oh the architecture of the Cathedral is beautiful. Though we couldn’t get in, we’ve seen pictures of the inside (and the awesome stained-glass windows Auca missionary Rachel Saint’s dad, Lawrence, created – which is why we came). But I couldn’t help but reflect on what David said in Psalm 27:4 “to behold the beauty of the Lord and to enquire in His temple.” The beauty we must seek should not be external walls and windows but Him! Better yet we now have available access anytime to God Himself through Jesus Christ! Gratefully there will never be a sign there that says “Closed to the Public.”





