Southern Comfort wrote:...the choir [at the Hyde Park event] of people from around the dioceses. I am told that they have been treated like 2nd-class citizens over the past two days.
Not quite as bad as that, all things considered, though it's about right as a description of the rehearsal on day one (Thursday). 150-odd singers from round the country had been assembled at great cost to themselves (you had to make your own travel and accommodation arrangements for the three days), and it was evident that no-one had thought too hard about what role we were going to play. It was insulting (and a long way to have travelled) to be given a folder with two pieces of music in it. The person responsible for organising the event didn't cover himself in glory trying to defend the situation: we were there to be the congregation, not the choir, so we could sing from our Magnificat Missals or pick it up as we went along. Choir members took matters into their own hands, and by Friday the shortage was remedied by countless bootleg copies of all the music we'd been denied sight of. Stephen Dean (sitting not far away from me) must have been wailing and gnashing his teeth at the sight of so many photocopied pages of
Laudate being shared around.
The Friday rehearsal was loads better, in any case. Conductor Nigel Swinford, and his outfit, the excellent New English Orchestra and Singers, had evidently received an ear-bashing from disgruntled diocesan singers at our treatment, and there were gracious apologies and an evident new mood, in which we were at last involved in the music-making. It was a good and enjoyable rehearsal.
By the big day we'd been elevated to VIPs.
The scheduled early morning rehearsal was cancelled, so our first engagement was to arrive in time for lunch, laid on for all the performers. (They fed us again later too, in between the warm-up event and the arrival of the Pope.)
As for the event itself, I found it moving beyond any expectation I'd had. The day was full of boisterous celebration, the most surreal moment of which was the rock-star welcome for... "the Bishops of England and Wales", summoned on to the stage for the start of the procession. That must surely have been a unique experience in their episcopal careers! One or two of them milked it for all it was worth. No names, no pack drill, but you could
probably guess who I'm talking about.
The Pope got the same treatment when he arrived, of course, but what amazed me was how quickly he turned the occasion to one of genuine holiness and prayer. He shrugged off the adulation and put our Lord in the centre of things, in the form of the Blessed Sacrament on the altar. The reverence of the silent prayer was jaw-dropping. And then, unbelievably, Benediction, in front of 80,000 people. In
Hyde Park. This jaded old cynic was briefly in tears.
An amazing occasion. To my surprise.