Continuing the weekend’s Remembrance theme, we had a concert in church on Saturday night to mark the 60th anniversary of the end of the Second World War with a performance of Mozart’s Requiem and other pieces by Cantorion Llandaf, a very powerful and capable local choir. There were about sixty people present. My enjoyment was not improved by there being problems with the church heating – the boiler was refusing to light automatically, necessitating two trips out into the churchyard to the dank and dirty subterranean vault housing the thundering monster. It is the first time in the three years I’ve been working here that I’ve had to double as boilerman, as well as host introducing the concert, as there was nobody else around able or willing to do this. Since the complaints came to me about the chill, I had to try and do something. Not very successfully. At least the weather is so mild the boiler is being pressed into service a good month later than is usual, all of which will shrink heating bills that cast a shadow over our bank balance. Finance is becoming more and more a problem. We’ve had quite an increase in activities this year, and a modest growth in regular average attendance but not in income.
The two churches in the parish that once were the wealthiest,
Cenotaph service and parade
A warm sunny Sunday morning, with only the early service and one Sung Eucharist to celebrate. Then I was free to be able to attend the Remembrance ceremony at the national Cenotaph in
The good weather brought out a crowd of over five hundred, I’d say, and an equal number of services personnel, who paraded after the wreath laying, City officials taking the salute in front of City Hall. I again enjoyed just being there, seeing people I knew taking part, greeting friends and colleagues, and slowly beginning to feel part of the place. It was all beautifully organised, and the ever vigilant security people were there, barely in evidence, but still necessary just in case in these turbulent times.
Entering the Mystery
After Evensong, with its preceding Remembrance Sunday muffled peal of bells, a brisk walk around the block to
Archbishop Barry presided, and looked a bit tired. He’d been over in
I’m not a fan of large gatherings of any kind, and I went because I thought I should. Two in one day – I must be mad! On times the sound system was overwhelmingly and disturbingly loud, but that was my only complaint. Yes, I’d have liked some music which evoked a little more awe and mystery, as Taizé chants do so effectively. And I’d have liked longer deeper silences, but to have sustained longer quiet moments with such an exuberant and excited young constituency would not have been easy. It was inspiring that the event achieved such a high quality of production.
Seeing something done so very well made up for the bits I found irksome.