Wednesday, 1 March 2017
Ash Incense and St David
We also had ( for me the unwelcome ) return of incense.
I love watching the ritual of the incense being swung but not quite so much when the sacristan swings it in the direction of the choir.
Enclosed as we are in the chancel the smoke stays with us for most of the service, whereas in the main body of the church it tends to drift up into the (very) high roof.
Trying to do justice to "Hide not thou thy face" with a throat and chest full of pungent incense is not easy.
By the time the black cross has been impressed on my forehead by the rector's heavy thumb and with lungs full of smoke my one desire is to get out into the cool damp air of the churchyard and breath clean air.
Since our organist was unable to play this evening our long-suffering choir-mistress had to play the piano to accompany our singing. This meant that we had no-one to conduct and of course the sopranos lost her beautiful voice to swell their ranks.
Ash Wednesday being a fairly stylised service it was not possible to mention the fact that today was also St David's day, but as the piano accompanied our exit after the service I suddenly recognised a Welsh folk tune in the medley being played. Our lovely Christine's nod to my patron saint.
Lent is well and truly started.
Posted by Ray Barnes at 11:08:00 pm