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                | 2652: Messiaen's 
                  La Nativité du Seigneur: St Paul's Cathedral, London |  
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© Bernard Gagnon and used under license
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              | Mystery Worshipper:
Cool Dude. The church: St 
                  Paul's Cathedral, London.
 Denomination:
Church of England, Diocese of London.
 The building: There 
                  has been a cathedral on this high point of the City of London 
                  for 1,400 years. It was rebuilt for at least the fourth time 
                  after being destroyed in the 1666 Great Fire of London. St Paul's 
                  is many things: a huge tourist honey-pot; the masterpiece of 
                  architect Christopher Wren; the mother church of London; owner 
                  of one of the most famous domes in Christendom; and a building 
                  with a very resonant acoustic. It has been covered many times 
                  in these pages. Their website gives the full history of this 
                  monumental building.
 The church: St 
                  Paul's, as an internationally recognisable cathedral in a world 
                  city, has become a kind of global institution. This wide embrace 
                  is part of the pleasure of worshipping there. Parochial it is 
                  not.
 The neighbourhood: As 
                  St Paul's is now mostly surrounded by banks and financial institutions, 
                  it is difficult to speak of a local neighbourhood. Those attending 
                  services seem to be at least as diverse as the tourists who 
                  pay to look at the building at other times  both come 
                  from all corners of the world.
 The cast:
Two unidentified members of the cathedral clergy read the lessons. The only one named was the organist and assistant director of music, Simon Johnson.
 The date & time: 
                  Sunday, 12 January 2014, 6.00pm.
 
 What was the name of the service?
 The Nativity of Our Lord  Nine Meditations for Organ.
 
 How full was the building?
 About 350 people, mostly under the dome and at the east end of the nave. St Paul's is a huge building but it felt quite crowded in the seating areas being used.
 
 Did anyone welcome you personally?
 An usher handed me a service sheet and was, I suspect, gently 
                  filtering out tourists who had no interest in the long service, 
                  as the cathedral was closed to general visitors at this time.
 
 Was your pew comfortable?
 The modern chairs are very comfortable. However, had I not chosen 
                  a spot where I was lucky enough to retain a vacant seat either 
                  side of me, I might have found it a tad narrow and short of 
                  elbow room.
 
 How would you describe the pre-service
atmosphere?
 Very quiet and reverential. This was worship, not a concert. There was hardly any chatter in spite of the large numbers present. The lighting in the cathedral had been somewhat dimmed, creating a sense that we were there to meditate, not to admire the baroque grandeur. This collective silence was a wonderful start to an event of the spirit.
 
 What were the exact opening words of the
service?
 "O God, who by the leading of a star..." (the Epiphany 
                  collect).
 
 What books did the congregation use during the
service?
 Just the service sheets with notes on the music and all the readings in full.
 
 What musical instruments 
                  were played?
 The cathedral's Grand Organ. Dating from 1872, the Henry Willis 
                  instrument incorporated pipes from the previous Bernard Schmidt 
                  organ, but only a handful of these remain today. Reconstructed 
                  in 1972-77 by N.P. Mander Ltd while retaining the Willis pipes, 
                  it was again rebuilt in 2008 by Mander Organs Ltd.
 
 Did anything distract 
                  you?
 Just once or twice I was diverted by the organist, who played 
                  the instrument from a console under the dome in our plain view. 
                  He had a lot of stops and manuals to manage in a work like this, 
                  but I dealt with that distraction by closing my eyes.
 
 
  Photo: 
Armchair Travel Co. Ltd
 
 Was the worship stiff-upper-lip, happy clappy, or
what?
 La Nativité du Seigneur was written by Olivier 
                  Messiaen (1908-1992), a composer whose work is best described 
                  as Catholic mystical. Sometimes described as a modern composer, 
                  he was never really part of the mainstream  a true original. 
                  The nine readings are all biblical and as prescribed by the 
                  composer. They suit Advent exactly right, as the work is about 
                  the incredibility and improbability of the Incarnation. There 
                  are several beautiful slow meditative pieces around themes such 
                  as the shepherds and Magi. They slowly, and mostly quietly, 
                  build over 80 minutes, interspersed with the readings, to a 
                  finale celebrating "God Among Us" which is both triumphant 
                  and cataclysmically loud. In our service sheets the organist 
                  had explained that "this is music of prayer and meditation." 
                  And so, in this liturgical setting, it was.
 
 Exactly how long was the sermon?
 There was none, just the readings.
 
 Which part of the service was like being in
heaven?
 Somewhere beyond the choir stalls, at the far east end, large 
                  quantities of incense were being burnt. As the first meditation 
                  drew to a close, a huge soft scented cloud crept toward us and 
                  imperceptibly unfolded into the dome and eventually down the 
                  nave. Recharged at intervals, the incense was sometimes thick, 
                  sometimes ethereal. It softened the dimly lit huge spaces of 
                  the cathedral and made them smaller, more manageable, just as 
                  the organ music resonating reminded us that we were in fact 
                  inside a canyon-sized stone building. Truly heavenly.
 
 And which part was like being in... er... the other place?
 Nothing. This was a heavenly experience, from the moment I sat 
                  down to wait among the gathered throng for the start of things, 
                  to the overwhelming climax to the organ music, which left me 
                  in slightly punch-drunk ecstasy.
 
 What happened when you hung around after the service looking lost?
 Many sat in silence for several minutes at the end, clearly transported or moved. Everyone then silently and contentedly moved to the doors and out into the dark London night.
 
 How would you describe the after-service
coffee?
 There was none on offer, although there is a restaurant below in the crypt.
 
 How would you feel about making this church your regular (where 10 = ecstatic, 0 = terminal)?
 7  I am an occasional Sunday worshipper at ordinary services here, which are quite different from this one.
 
 Did the service make you feel glad to be a
Christian?
 Definitely  and glad to be alive.  My spiritual high of the year.
 
 What one thing will you remember about all this in seven days' time?
 The miasma of incense and the unbelievably triumphant finale 
                  of the music.
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