We had a great start to Holy Week yesterday. A very full church in the morning with an excellent procession outside and back into church. All glory, laud and honour!
At night, my spine was tingled more than once by the choir. In particular, the repeated phrase “Jerusalem, Jerusalem, turn to the Lord your God” in the Bairstow Lamentations. It crept up on me each time.
Knowing that the wall of sound was going to hit me was no preparation for the tingle that came each time when it did.
The journey has begun.
Hmm, interesting thought. Not sure what to think about being involved in tingling the Provost’s spine!
Well, I won’t tell anyone, if you don’t, Lay Clerk.