Of plainsong, penitence and nightly fears and fantasies

We were practising plainsong this morning - a group from the congregation learning the Tonus Peregrinus and familiarising themselves with the twiddly endings of the second part of the psalm, which had a few interesting ligatures to confuse and delight. And as a result, I've been singing plainsong in my head ever since - not just the chants we were doing, but somehow, mysteriously, parts of Compline as well as whatever ideas flitted over my brain wedded to a succession of neumes.

We're doing a basic Prayer Book evensong for our contribution to the Holy Week services in the town, and so we're singing all the syllables and using traditional language - and I have to say it was fine, and that I was happy to do this and let it wash over me without a qualm. But what strikes me in these moments is how conscious of sin and unworthiness the church was, how insistent on human sinfulness and the need to repent, and how aware of frailty and vulnerability. This is backed up by the collection of spiritual readings that I tend to digest before bed - last night's homily from the early church was full of the need to contrast sinful me with the purity of Christ. And they were so afraid of the night - of nightly fears and fantasies, of all perils and dangers of the night. The nights must have been so very dark, and so full of the unknown and the feared, when life was short and surrounded by threat.

Are we so sure now that we've got it all licked? With our electric lights, our computers transmitting our late-night ramblings to anyone who cares to read them, our antibiotics and skilled surgeons? Is the universe really tamed, the night purged of fear? And sinfulness? Let's not even go there.

But if we waken at four to soundless dark, what do we think of? Unresting death? I can't think that Philip Larkin was alone in this. I shall continue to love Compline, to plainsong, above any other service of the church.  And now it's past midnight ...

Midgebites and Candlelight

Candlelit church
Originally uploaded by goforchris.

Just returned from the second Midge-bites and Candlelight event - a fairly extraordinary concept which actually worked beautifully this evening. The weather was fair - the only shower lasted all of three minutes - and the midges not unduly voracious; the walk round the Bishop's Glen was enlivened by the repeated vision of an athletic chap who ran past us at least three times (can this too have been of significance?); more people seem to have cottoned on to the basics of plainsong and sang Compline to the manner born.

I've posted the pic of the church just before everyone came in; I couldn't actually show anyone being bitten by a midge or I'd have used that. The other pics are, however, on Flickr, and can be arrived at by clicking on this photo here.