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What the Chapel Means to Me
Some thoughts from Elizabeth Wisdom
I find it difficult to put into words exactly how much the Swedenborg Chapel means to me. My grandparents were charter members of the Cambridge Society, my parents were married by Reverend Worcester and were buried from the Chapel.
I was taught at an early age that this was my church, and with the logic of a three year old I thought it really was mine, and in many ways I still do.
Every Sunday I sit in the pew my relatives sat in. I'm the only one left, but it is not a lonely experience, but a loving and warm feeling. It is such a familiar and comforting place. I know how the sun comes in, I know all the seams and bumps in the rug and the glow on the wooden pews and how the candles look on the altar and in the windows on dark days. I remember the linden tree at the front door and the wonderful garden parties on the lawn and the tennis courts now buried under Gund Hall. But most of all I remember the affection and care of the Chapel by those who have gone before. Now I see that same affection in the younger members who are showing their devotion to this lovely place.
It is truly my spiritual home and I do not want to lose it.
Elizabeth Ann Wisdom, March 2001
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