There is a spectacular chapel on the campus.


We found our way inside sat enveloped by the luxurious wooden benches, uplifted by the wooden cathedral ceilings and meditated in silence. Then we imagined out loud together our fathers sitting in those very benches ennobled by the same structural beauty...

I picked up a hymnal and mused on how fortunate I was to have experienced a similar (though not quite as grand) high school chapel every morning so many years and miles away at my private all-girls Anglican high school in Harare. flipping through the hymnal I found many old favorites and started to sing them... the acoustics were phenomenal. lovely lovely.