Waking up this morning was a little scary. Months of planning and preparation all added up for today’s event. It was the day of filming at Lincoln cathedral. It was also one of the quietest unload and setups I’ve ever been a part of. The towering spaces of cathedrals, along with the hint of potential disapproval from a passing clerical robe, forced us into quiet. Two hours later we were ready to strike the first chord and in even had time enough for an entire run through before our small lunchtime crowd of praisers arrived.
The spiritual burden of worshipping in a place where more than 1,000 years of Christendom had passed was heavy. I could see it Mark’s shoulders. We all wanted to honour the tradition of the faithful. Were we carving out new territory and a worshipful place for the global soul? That was our prayer. Mark’s voice and Klara’s violin raced in tandem down the hand carved wooden quire stalls and up to the cathedral’s highest arches. The reading of Isaiah 58 projected out across the marble floors and like a heavy fog moved up the stairs to the altar. Gerard’s poetry prophetically called out to a time and place where a new city and RESTORED kingdom would at last be complete. Then almost before it began, it was over. Tear down, pack up, and load – the new mantra for the RESTORE tour.
We are now in the van (with intermittent wifi) and on our way to Folkstone. It is a beautiful clear sky and the drive down the M11 and around London’s west side is a pleasant one. The windows are rolled down and our tired team is starting to doze in the cool evening air. But I have no doubt that they will awaken when we manage to keep our promise of fish & chips!
Thank you for your prayers today. It was an amazing Friday and we are not even sure how to measure it. It felt successful on some levels and historically inadequate on others.
God be praised.
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