Showing posts with label florida. Show all posts
Showing posts with label florida. Show all posts

Monday, July 13, 2009

St. Augustine, FL

Yeah, I know I suck in the most prodigious of ways in regard to my actual post-time on here; but, I swear I will try and do better. Hmmm... a feeling of déjà vu just engulfed me, visions of my mother with a stern - not to mention incredulous - look on her face. I digress.



During my last trip to St. Augustine, FL, I really stopped and took the time to enjoy some of the things that the city had to offer. As the oldest continuously occupied European established city, and the oldest port, in the continental United States1, I knew there simply had to be some cemeteries or, at the very least, some churches so rich in history that being there took you back in time.



The Spanish influence of St. Augustine is still alive and thriving today. From its architecture to its spirit, the city is resplendent with an eclectic mix of class, spice and life. Whether you are attending school within a historic landmark such as Flagler College, worshiping at Memorial Presbyterian Church, or simply driving over the Bridge of Lions, one cannot evade the rich sense of history and pride that St. Augustine is inundated with.

Walking along the halls of what is now Flagler College, yet in the late 1800's was a luxury hotel, you can almost feel the brush of fine clothing as if the elite of St. Augustine are rubbing shoulders with you.



In 1885, Henry Flagler began construction on the 540-room Ponce de León Hotel. Learning that the hotel was the first large scale building constructed entirely of poured concrete, it is easy to envision a sterile industrial building. It only goes to show you how versatile concrete is in construction. No, the word "concrete" certainly does not assist in imagining a building that embodies such grandeur as the Ponce de León Hotel truly does.

Today, 124 years later and since purchased by Flagler College, there is still something so majestic about the rust colored steeples and spires that reach towards the Florida sky. With its Spanish Renaissance Revival style with scattered cupolas and its lush surroundings, it is easy to see why this was one of Flagler's few hotels that survived the Great Depression.






There is no contesting that St. Augustine has a heavy spiritual influence just as its greatest influence, Spain, does. While the city has many beautiful and noteworthy churches, Memorial Presbyterian Church is my favorite. With its Venetian Renaissance styled copper dome rising roughly 150 feet overhead and the painstakingly intricate terracotta frieze done by Italian artists, this church is remarkable amongst the Spanish city’s architectural norm and is one of the most attractive sites of St. Augustine.

Original to the first church building, the bell in the east tower and the five pillars surrounding the church are noteworthy as the pillars are made of coquina. Coquina stone is a natural sedimentary rock formed along the east coast of Florida. While Florida may not be well-supplied with what most would consider a "rock", it is well equipped with coquina which is mainly composed of seashells or coral.

The First Presbyterian Church of St. Augustine was organized in 1824, only three years after Florida was bartered to the United States and religious freedom was inculcated in what was before that a Spanish colony. The present-day church building was built, interestingly enough, by Henry Flagler just as the Ponce de León Hotel was. He was the son of a Presbyterian minister. Memorialized for his daughter in 1889 and dedicated in 1890, Flagler had the church erected; and, subsequently the name of the church was changed to Memorial Presbyterian Church.







Monday, August 11, 2008

Mission Nombre de Dios



Father Lopez, founding pastor of the the parish of St. Augustine, wrote in his diary, "On Saturday the 8th the General landed with many banners spread, to the sounds of trumpets and salutes of artillery. As I had gone ashore the evening before, I took a Cross and went to meet him singing Te Deum Laudamus. The General followed by all who accompanied him, marched up to the Cross, knelt and kissed it. A large number of Indians watched and imitated all they saw done." This sets the tone perfectly for Mission Nombre de Dios. Tucked amongst the beautiful salt marshes of St. Augustine, Florida, this Mission is both a place of peace and tranquility.





When you first look upon "The Great Cross" it is easy to see why Father Lopez documented that moment in time and how it is so clearly edified in a cross that can be seen by Google Earth's satellites. It is made of stainless steel and ascends 280 feet above the beautiful marshes that surround it. It is truly a breathtaking sight.





As you stroll towards the Chapel of Our Lady of La Leche you will follow a path along "The Seven Sorrows of Mary." These are tabby monuments with carvings placed almost as if they are headstones upon the tabby, save for the first which is an actual statue of Mary holding Jesus, the cut from which poured water boldly displayed on His side. They are referred to as "meditations" for they afford us "an opportunity to meditate on some of the major events in the life of Jesus."



All paths lead to the chapel. The present-day chapel is actually the fourth in its place. Originally erected in 1615, the previous chapels were victims of war, storms and even pirates! The latest version of the chapel was erected in 1918 and definitley still has that old world charm. It is small and quaint but feels no less spiritual in size.