|7: Christ Church, Clifton, Bristol|
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Mystery Worshipper: Barth Simpson.
The church: Christ Church, Clifton, Bristol.
The building: Big, well-kept, Gothic.
The neighbourhood: Lots of open space (Clifton Down).
The cast: The preacher was Rev. Richard James and the leader Rev. Paul Williams.
What was the name of the service?
The Guest Service.
How full was the building?
The building easily seats 600 and it was heaving.
Did anyone welcome you personally?
No. I got a 'hello' addressed to the middle distance as I took a Bible and service sheet, but it could have been for the person behind me.
Was your pew comfortable?
A bit short on leg room, and my shirt kept sticking to the varnish on the back, but tolerable for a service an hour and a half long.
How would you describe the pre-service atmosphere?
Bustling, lots of people greeting each other like long-lost relatives.
What were the exact opening words of the service?
'We sit or kneel to pray.'
What books did the congregation use during the service?
NIV Bibles, Red 'Christ Church Clifton Service Book' (mainly ASB inside), 'Hymns for Yesterday's Church', small service sheet.
What musical instruments were played?
All of the following (sometimes all at once, especially at the ends of hymns): organ, synth, guitar, drums, flute, oboe, two or three trumpets, two trombones, two violins, plus 24-strong, robed choir.
Did anything distract you?
I trod in a turd on my way to church and, although the service sheet helped in removing most of it, there were subtle wafts from time to time that were definitely not the fragrance of Jesus.
Was the worship stiff-upper-lip, happy clappy, or what?
It was an extremely competent prayer-hymn sandwich. Most of the songs were well-chosen and done well. Perhaps a bit triumphalistic at times. 'Amazing Grace' was completely ruined by a cheesy, Wurlitzer-sounding keyboard that created a 19th-century, small-town Pentecostal atmosphere for no good reason at all.