Last Monday night it snowed heavily in Llantrisant, and it snowed more during the day. It looked nice, and the local children enjoyed it, but the pavements were extremely icy. Our first picture is looking up towards the Castle, which is all but reduced to its foundations now, save for part of one tower, and so not visible in this picture. What is obvious is the height and steepness of the hill. A good defensive position.
A ruined cottage in the old town. Picturesque decay. This and the castle - and the derelict Penuel chapel- bring to mind a verse of Neander's:
Human pride and earthly glory,
Sword and crown betray His
trust:
What with care and toil we fashion,
Tower and temple fall to
dust.
But God's power
Hour by hour
Is my temple and my tower.
The parish churchyard. Crowded with gravestones it takes up the same refrain, that what we do passes away,
"The world is passing away along with its desires, but whoever does the will of God abides forever." 1 John 2.17
The former Penuel Calvinistic chapel. The ruined castle speaks of man's towers crumbling, this derelict chapel is one of man's temples. When God withdraws the preaching of His Word it is a great and terrible judgment. Man cannot keep the chapels open, only God, for only those who are drawn by the father can come to the Son.
The Guildhall, close by the castle, and the old town centre beyond. God alone has 'the treasures of the snow'. We cannot cause a snowfal like this one that has blanketed everything I can see around Llantrisant.
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