Those arriving for the Ascension Day Choral Mass last night were greeted with a ladder stretching from floor to very high ceiling of the Cathedral. One of those little ironies – we had decided to play How many Episcopalians does it take to to change a lightbulb? on Ascension Day itself.
Amongst other glories, last night’s high point was an audacious organ embolism between the last two verses of the offertory hymn whilst the gifts and the people were censed.
It was a snippet of utter joy, as having waved Him off, we began to turn our minds back to what He left us to do.
How disappointed I am that I missed it – and Pentecost yet to come. Back in Glasgow in time for Corpus Christi.