|12: Winchester Cathedral, England|
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Mystery Worshipper: Five pints.
The church: Winchester Cathedral.
Denomination: Church of England.
The building: The longest medieval cathedral in England. Christians have worshipped on this site since the 7th century, and in this cathedral for over 900 years. An imposing building, containing the tombs of numerous Saxon kings, plus St Swithun, Jane Austen and Izaak Walton.
The neighbourhood: Winchester is probably the most well-heeled city in the UK. A Roman city on the river Itchen, once the capital of the Anglo-Saxon kingdom of Wessex and then of England (9th-11th centuries), its streets may not be paved with gold, but they're certainly steeped in history.
The cast: Dean: The Very Rev. Michael Till. Preacher: Canon Terry Pinner (Winchester Diocese Director of Ordinands). Celebrant: The Bishop of Winchester, the Rt Rev. Michael Scott-Joynt.
What was the name of the service?
The Ordination of Deacons.
How full was the building?
Packed: over 1,000 worshippers, with some people standing at the back.
Did anyone welcome you personally?
I arrived too early for that, but the Precentor (a cheery Scotsman) gave a friendly wave as he passed the candidates' vestry. A cathedral steward with the hearty, bone-jarring handshake of an ex-brigadier or colonel, wished me 'the best of luck'.
Was your pew comfortable?
I was too nervous to notice. It was large and wooden.
How would you describe the pre-service atmosphere?
A bit like before a wedding. For those of us to be ordained, it was quite tense, punctuated by light-hearted banter. As the cathedral filled up, so the friendly hubbub grew. There was a sense of cameraderie, of being there together for a special occasion, with lots of, 'Don't I know you from...?'
What were the exact opening words of the service?
'Grace, mercy and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ be with you' (spoken by the Bishop of Winchester).
What books did the congregation use during the service?
A 15-page service booklet, printed especially for the occasion.
What musical instruments were played?
Did anything distract you?
Incessant worrying that at the crucial moment of the service I would trip up in my nice new cassock and go sprawling onto the floor in an undignified fashion in full view of the assembled throng bishops, canons and all.
Was the worship stiff-upper-lip, happy clappy, or what?
Splendidly Anglican. It was done as only the Church of England can do in its ancient cathedrals: long processions of canons, clergy, readers, choir, etc; thundering organ; inspiring hymns; skilfully-crafted and well-led liturgy... yet oh so restrained and dignified. From time to time I wanted to fling my arms into the air and shot 'Hallelujah' at the top of my voice but that sort of thing just isn't done, particularly by a newly-ordained deacon in Winchester Cathedral, of all places!