|97: The Cathedral Church of St John the Divine, New York|
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Mystery Worshipper: Mr Tyndale's Ghost.
The church: The Cathedral Church of St John the Divine, New York.
The building: Work started on this fantastic Gothic structure in 1892, and the cathedral is still being built. Besides its size (it is said to be the largest cathedral in the world) it is known for its innovative cultural activities. Seven small chapels devoted to different national groups are located throughout the nave. The cathedral's bronze doors were cast by Barbedienne, who also cast the Statue of Liberty.
The neighbourhood: The cathedral is located in the Morningside Heights / Columbia University area, near Harlem. It's an interesting, but rapidly gentrifying, part of town. Check out the great Hungarian pastry shop across the street. You can enjoy an espresso and dessert amongst the college crowd, and maybe act like a big time theologian from the nearby seminary. I would be careful wandering too far from it in certain directions at night, though.
The cast: The Very Rev Harry Pritchett, Jr.
What was the name of the service?
How full was the building?
Pretty full for a non-holiday most seats in the front area were taken. Some people stood on the sides.
Did anyone welcome you personally?
They handed me a program, and that was it. When I went to the new members table afterwards, the people there were quite friendly.
Was your pew comfortable?
I sat in a wooden chair as there are no pews. It was fairly comfortable.
How would you describe the pre-service atmosphere?
The organ played. People were busy setting things up.
What were the exact opening words of the service?
"Blessed be God, the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit."
What books did the congregation use during the service?
Just the cathedral's own program, which had all the words, hymn lyrics and some musical annotation. A pretty classy handout.
What musical instruments were played?
The cathedral's giant organ.
Did anything distract you?
Was the worship stiff-upper-lip, happy clappy, or what?
It was pretty high Anglican, but not stuffy at all. The cathedral plays to a pretty diverse crowd. The guest celebrant was from England, and Pritchett was quick to point out that he had a real British accent, and wasn't just an Anglophile with pretentions. The crowd laughed.