The Spiritual and Historical Heartbeat of Notre-Dame de Reims: And the Temple Within

Peace be with you and upon you. Today we’re standing in Reims, or Rance, or Rheems, depending on your tongue, under the tall stone ribs of a cathedral that feels like it can hold the whole sky. Notre-Dame de Reims, the Cathedral of Our Lady, sits above the city like a great ship of light. It is beautiful, yes, but also something quieter. It feels like being inside a prayer.

We walked in, eyes wide, making jokes about pronunciations and moods and snacks, and then the hush took us. The stained glass. The rows of pillars like a forest. The sense that thousands and thousands of people have stepped into this place, breathed out, and remembered.

Where History Meets Breath

Notre-Dame de Reims is not just a pretty building. It has a long story, woven with kings and oil and the idea of being chosen. For centuries, French kings were crowned here with holy oil, a ritual that linked them to the kings of Israel. That royal thread is still alive in the memory of these walls.

If you love dates and timelines, the cathedral rose fast by medieval standards. The core was built in about 60 years, which is mind-boggling for such a massive structure. The official site has a wonderful overview that brings the timeline to life, from its Marian dedication to its growth as a national symbol. You can read more in the cathedral’s own history guide: History of Reims Cathedral.

Reims also carried scars. In 1914, the cathedral was set ablaze during the First World War. The roof burned, windows shattered, ancient art cracked and fell. Then came decades of careful restoration. It reopened in 1938, and work continues even now. The story of destruction and renewal sits side by side with awe and devotion. If that calls to you, this piece offers a thoughtful look at the building’s dark night and long return to light: Reims Cathedral.

For a broader look at the cathedral’s place in France and Christian Europe, this overview is clear and useful: Reims Cathedral.

The Cost of Organs and the Price of Inner Silence

Inside, we paused at a sign about the organ restoration, a multi-million euro effort. The numbers are large. The work is necessary. Time and weather and smoke all demand their toll. While we stood there, we laughed a little. With 200 dollars you could buy a humble harmonium for home kirtan, and with a slice of bread and a few veggies you could make an offering to the Lord in your heart and share prasad with your neighbors.

We love grand cathedrals. We really do. The craftsmanship. The arches like ribs. The stone that keeps cool whispers. But the temple in your heart has no fundraising target. No scaffolding. No donor wall. It asks for quiet keeping, regular meals, a little song, and simple joy. That temple, the inner one, is eternal.

One Family, Many Colors

We watched a line of little ones, a school group maybe, filing through the nave with big eyes and hushed voices. They looked like a living litany. Bright socks and small shoes and curious heads. And the thought landed, simple and strong: we are all the chosen ones, if we choose to remember.

Not Christians against Muslims against Hindus against Jews. Not men against women. Not Gen Z against whoever came before. Not black against white against brown. We’re just souls in different cars, wearing different outfits of matter. The clothes, the bodies, the flags, the playlists, the hometowns, the food rules. They matter, and they don’t. The light behind the eyes is the same light.

When we set team rivalries aside, peace rushes in. We belong to one team, one family, one home. You can feel it in the way your shoulders drop when you say it out loud. You can feel it sitting in a pew, or on a floor cushion, or on the curb by a bus stop.

Bhakti on Stone and in the Heart

In our line of teachers, our sampradaya, we often remember Srila Bhaktisiddhanta Saraswati Thakur. We once visited his samadhi, and that memory feels close when we stand in these big holy places built by many hands. He is often quoted, in spirit if not word for word, as saying he came to establish temples in the hearts of people. That line has hovered over our days for years.

Cathedrals, temples, mosques, synagogues, gurdwaras, they’re all beautiful. They gather us. They shape sound and time. They help us get quiet. But if the inner altar goes unattended, the brass outside becomes dull. And if the inner altar gleams, even a small room with a single candle can feel like a world.

Simple Bhakti, Simple Offerings

You don’t need much to maintain your inner temple.

• A clean space and a clean intention.
• A simple offering, like fruit, bread, or cooked grains.
• A small song, a mantra, a verse, even a soft hum.
• A moment to share with others.

Offer vegetarian food with love, then share it. Sit together. Eat in peace. Say thank you and pass the plate. That is a living temple service.

What Jesus Asked For

Here’s a thread that ran through our visit: Jesus did not ask his friends to build grand monuments. He said feed the poor, touch the sick, speak comfort to the tired. Break bread, bless it, and eat together. That is how you know me.

Christ, the anointed one, Christos, Messiah. The title points to the one worthy of anointing, the one who walks in close friendship with God. The cathedral honors him, with art and stone and song. The truer honoring happens when we keep company with the least among us, the ones whose pain is easy to ignore.

So we took the building as a reminder, not a replacement. A reminder to kneel inward, to knock on the quiet door in the chest, to say yes to the presence that never leaves.

A Gentle Practice: Clean the Temple Inside

You can start right where you are. No big budget. No flight tickets. No fanfare. Five minutes will do.

Try this:

1. Sit. Let your back find a soft line. Notice your breath.
2. Picture your heart as a small temple. See an altar there. A lamp. Maybe a flower. Keep it simple.
3. Offer something real. Gratitude. Regret. A tiny piece of bread. A whispered name.
4. Sweep the floor in your mind. Forgive someone if you can. Ask for forgiveness if you need to.
5. Open the windows. Let the light in. Let the stale air out.
6. Listen. Not for words. For presence. For Paramatma, the Lord in the heart, who sits with you in silence.

Even if the windows feel dusty, the one you love is still there. Even if the floor is a mess, God’s smile is near. Keep sweeping. Keep smiling back.

The Organ, The Harmonium, and the Choir of Everyday Life

Back in the nave, the sign about the organ was still on our minds. The organ needs care, it needs funds and skilled hands. That is right and fair. But let’s not forget the chorus of small instruments, the ones we can carry. A harmonium that fits on a table. A drum you can play with your palms. Your voice, which costs nothing and rings forever in the places where it matters most.

We thought about how easy it is to celebrate what is seen and funded, and how easy it is to delay the work that has no invoice. Put a few words on your inner to-do list:

• Offer food, share food.
• Keep the heart tidy.
• Sing a little every day.
• Speak kindly, especially when it’s hard.
• Remember we are one family.

A City, A Cathedral, A Tunnel, A Road

We left the square with Notre-Dame de Reims behind us, the stones humming with old songs. The plan was to head toward the coast and take the channel tunnel into a different kind of marvel. Old world to new world in a few hours. That’s the rhythm of modern life, and it’s fine. Just take the inner temple with you. It fits in your chest pocket.

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Key Takeaways

• Reims Cathedral holds layers of history, from coronations to wartime fire to careful restoration. Its beauty points beyond itself.
• One family is not a slogan. It is a practice. Drop the teams and breathe together.
• Bhakti is simple. Offer, share, sing, forgive, repeat.
• The inner temple is the temple that cannot burn. Keep it clean with small daily acts.
• Christ’s call is lived at the table with the hungry and the hurting.

Closing Blessing

Thank you for walking with us through stone and silence today. Consider keeping a tiny sweep going in your heart this week. A short offering, a gentle smile, a small forgiveness. See how the light changes on your inner glass. If you feel moved, say hello and share what you noticed. Peace be with you and upon you. May your temple shine.

mariakerwin

As a former serial entrepreneur, she turned from a workaholic in the business world to freedom and creativity, living now as a writer, creator and world traveller. Since an early age Maria is close to death and what exists beyond, courageously exploring the dimensions of existence. A Kundalini Awakening guided her into the abyss of fully surrendering to the life force itself, crushing all known aspects of her old life. Finally, it led her to her purpose of bridging both worlds, connecting to what goes beyond the ordinary.

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